Reductio ad absurdism is kinda dumb. Proof by contradiction. 🤨

I object.

To the madness.

And the current

State of affairs.

Logic + reason=facade + absurd= A flat earth?

Various and varied theories have stood the test of time on this particular argument.

Can you imagine what we would ALL a look like without gravity around to, say, “pull us up”. At least the various parts of ourselves, our bodies.

Ridiculous conclusions. The tests of the test if we really know what we are talking about. Against the evidence of our senses. Our senses Our sensibilities.

Enter: Absurd. Absurdity. Ridiculous. Ridiculosity.

And a whole lotta gibberish gibber jabber clogging the ear drums.

Small.

Mini.

Tiny.

Minute.

There is no smallest positive rational number. If there were, then it could be divided by two to get a smaller one.

Bring on the bon bons and cup cakes. The funnel cakes and churoes. Now. Do you or don’t you feel kinda stupid? For denying your sweet tooth all along? Denying yourself the indulgences all along.

If I am allowed one call.

I call on Aristotle.

I think I need good and solid advice.

For clarity.

For clarification.

He did not have a complicated hand held computer clogging up his thoughts.

He had, only his thoughts, to clog up his 🫤 thoughts. Sort through them. Pass along the wisdom, the fruits of his labor.

He clarified the connection between contradiction and falsity in his principle of non-contradiction.🤓. A proposition cannot be both true and false.

May I invite you to sit down.

This can be dizzying.

”If a proposition and its negation can both be derived logically from a premise, it can be concluded that the premise is false.”

Got it? Get it? Good?

Depends on the intended annihilation.

1+1=2.

2+2=4.

And so on and so on.

How does the beautiful, tropical beachside become the body of water of enemy drowning. May mathematically or not have to do with a personal agenda Opposite of a bundle of fun of joining an agenda via satellite, dish or bow and arrow.

A perceived notion that one ridiculosity deserves more than another is,

Absurd.

Ridiculous.

One pierces the heart.

The other pierces the heart.

On the sandy beaches of the south.

The crowded beaches of the mid west.

The ignored beaches of the west.

The who knows what is going on now beaches of the “up north”.

I appeal.

To your senses.

Common or other ones too.

Word play-ly.

Of course.

Pealing back the layers is not fun.

Not a preferred task.

Why?

You win some.

You lose some.

A multi-layered circumstance takes time.

To un-ravel☺️.

To un-wind🫢..

To present itself as something that it is not.😃

Before we proceed.

A small attempt at humor.

Is in order.

To get the ball rolling.

”How do you catch a squirrel?”🐿️

(Hint)🥜🥜🥜🥜🥜🥜🥜🥜🥜🥜🥜🥜🥜!🌴🌴🌴🌴🌴🌴🌴🌴🌴🌴🌴🌴🌴!

”Climb a tree and act like a 🥜 “

I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did👊🏻.

(I think I had the hint backward, but that was just to prolong the fun).

There are some ridiculous arguments. Out in the world. Out there on the information highway, the information super highway. I hanker a guess there are log jams north, south, east and west.

Riding the waves, off the glorious beaches, bow and arrow in hand, picking people off who get in the way. A bonding game some familial tendencies lean toward.

Ready.

Aim.

Shoot.

Aimlessly.

Willy nilly.

Forward.

Backward.

Riding the waves of reservation and ridiculousness.

Good thing the tropical surroundings are appealing with wonderment and the thought of annialation is not really taking up space in the pre -frontal cortexally area.

I understand there to be a connection……..

As the familial assassins ride the waves of the jet skis and water boards, bow and arrows in hand. We will pick people off and while keeping score,

Agree to

do a body count at the end of the day.

As and if the the sun begins to set🌚.☀️.☀️🌊

Deriding.

The opponent.

In all ways, shapes and forms, directions and the like, the likes.

Balance required.

To stay afloat.

Starting without another.

Before they even knew what hit them.

Bulls eye.

Right between the eyes.

Bulls eye.

Mocking the very foundation upon which they sit or stand. Appealing to ridicule is often found in the form of comparison.

Yikes.

Comparing a multi-layered circumstance or argument to a laughably commonplace event or to another irrelevant things based on comedic timing, wordplay, or deriding the opponent and their argument the object of a joke. (wk)

Wartime tactics for sure:

A rhetorical tactic that mocks an opponent’s argument or position.

(That sounds mean)

The goal: Attempting to inspire

Really? Inspire?

(That sounds mean.)

Attempting to inspire a strong emotional reaction.

(Again. mean).

Making it a type of appeal to emotion.

Well.

I object.

Wholeheartedly.

Halfheartedly.

Any other heartedly way that exists.

(I abhor mean.)

(I reject mean too)

The person or person who take this appeal to ridicule approach, are ridiculous. Slinging the bow and arrows. Generally are not “people persons”.

Worth taking note. Of their tactics…. Lest you repeat the absurd behavior.

Being sold a bill of goods. (ct)

Is.

Being sold a bill of goods. (ct)

True.

Some humans show their true colors when the chips are down.

Some are fine with it.

Some can’t seem to stand their own reflection.

Some have way too much confidence.

Some just need to take a nap.

It’s complicated.

The mind is a mysterious landscape.

At times, the madness and the mockery blur.

To a point of hysterical hilarity.

But not the funny ha, ha hysteria.

The sadder, depressive state of the hilarity state of awareness.

When awareness meets reality.

Asking, my God, how did I get here?

And the bow and arrow can no longer be drawn back to ready, aim and shoot the so called enemy into oblivion. Hoping to take with it the killing, the reality we never cared to come to realize. What was right before our eyes.

Instead in a effort to survive.

We end up shooting ourself in the foot.

Ouch.

That hurts.

And has for some time.

Where and how did I bury it?

The body of my long lost familial tendency, tendencies?

At the end of the day. Sitting on the beaches of beauty and vast and endless bodies of water, seeing the reflection of life as it was, and life as it is, may be funny ha, ha.

Or it may simply be ironic.

That which is staring back at you in your reflection. Stunning. Yes.

Sad too. You never saw it clearly, concisely, conclusively.

Now is the time to ask.

The hard questions.

What will you do now?

Is the day of reckoning here?

How do you feel?

How will you feel.?

Is there ever really putting “things” behind us?

Clearly.

Concisely.

Conclusively.