I am a little bit spooked right now, seeing that Covid-denial is reason for shutting down a podcast. Can I be far behind? Why am I even here now? I can only think I fly under the radar. Nonetheless, If this were my last post, this would be my last post. I sincerely hope to be around for a long time. I do not know our future.
If still around, I will introduce a new fallacy to add to the list in the post after this. I also have a piece, a good piece, by Stephers ready to go. Sorry to make you wait, Steph. Ty, Steve, Faux, Maarten, throw in.
If a person is to hold the type of opinions I hold, that person must be true to himself.
I believe in me.
I trust my intellect, my instincts. I work hard.
I am not afraid to confront evidence that might prove that I am wrong about something. Mistakes are my best teacher.
As a boy, I watched a commercial on TV advertising a paring knife. It was said to be indestructible. To demonstrate they used one to cut a nail in two. Then they said “Watch! this knife can still slice a tomato.” I watched as the person holding the knife flipped it over, using the other blade. What perplexed me was that I could see this, while others could not. I did not posses a large ego. My family saw to that. I was not sure I was right, even as my eyes said I was. I did not trust my own eyes.
As a boy, I loved Arthur Conan Doyle and Sherlock Holmes. As an adult, I realize that all he did was to take a crime and tell it backwards. If we walked backwards through life, we would all be Sherlocks.
I understand people, and do not accept or reject them based on their view of me. I was clueless myself until age 38, when a horrible crime against my family acted as a slap in the face, waking me up.
Wake up is slow. Intellectual life is the turtle, not the rabbit.
I read, watch hear and process large volumes of data. I can often make sense of lies and nonsense. I can also go on detours, and make errors in judgment.
Upon error, I admit it and move on. That is not weakness, just practicality. Who cares?
I can spot a liar. Some times not right away. They are all about.
I can sense honesty. Usually right away. It is kind of rare.
I do not watch or read news. It is not there to inform me, but rather to mushroom me.
I do not follow leaders or trust experts. Even in my youth, I joined but then could not continue to belong to Boy Scouts. I hate uniforms.
When my chainsaw or snow thrower breaks, I try to fix it myself. Usually I can, but if not, I take it to Chainsaw Bob. He fixes it. He is an expert, the only one I know.
As an adult, I find that people who rise to positions of authority are usually chosen due to their weaknesses, not their strengths. Subordinates are most often smarter and better than their superiors.
I care what the group thinks about me. Even so, I cannot let it control me.
When I think I am right and everyone around me wrong, I summon a force within me to help me stand tall.
It is called moral courage. It does not feel good or righteous. It is painful. It does not advance a career. It is a hindrance. It is so much easier just to go along.
But I don’t. I can’t.
There is no reward. No one will ever take me aside and say “I admire your moral courage.” It does not work like that. Ergo …
I believe in me.