"Take two of the questions he asks about purity. One involves brother-sister incest in which every precaution is taken to prevent pregnancy, and leaves both parties feeling pretty good about the experience with no long-term side effects on the family. The other involves a man having carnal knowledge of his poultry before he cooks it and eats it for dinner.
"When asked if these two things are morally wrong, American liberals and libertarians would tend to answer no."
Wait, what fresh hell is this? Someone is assembling a stalking-horse from straw and stipulations, disguised as an ethical-dilemma scenario, to dramatise a claim about the workings of moral judgement? This never ends well. Inevitably there is bleed-through into what we jokingly describe as the "real world", and next thing you know, ticking timebombs are right twice a day, and tram routes are being designed to run over the maximum number of fat men, which is no way to plan a public transport network. Then a passing strawman impregnates the stalking-horse and the offspring do not bear thinking about.
"You may have misheard," I said. "It is in fact in Abbey Ance... a cloistered, clerestoried clergical institution located in medieval Averoigne, where it serves as the setting for an unpublished Clark Ashton Smith story. Quite how Swearing Bob and Space-Time Eddie found their way there is anyone's guess, but the Library Pixies may well be to blame. In their absence the task of ridiculing Richard Dawkings has currently devolved upon Richard Dawkings himself, while Steven Pinker has not said anything egregiously stupid for a month or two... we can only surmise that he caught sight of his own reflection in a shiny surface, and became distracted."
"There only remains Jonathan Haidt," said tigris.
Let us weigh in upon Haidt. For purposes of Kayfabe, he presents himself as a liberal, albeit one who concedes the personal superiority of conservatives. He has an idea, which is his, which is that traditional philosophical theories of normative ethics -- be they utilitarian or deontological -- are inadequate and two-dimensional because they are based on reason and consistency, and afford no role for intuitive, visceral disgust and abhorrence. This is why liberals cannot grasp the superior limbic-system-based morality of conservatives, and why liberals, with their emphasis on tolerance and laissez-faire, should extend that tolerance to letting conservatives impose their limbic moral judgements through legislation and public policy. Haidt is sometimes original, and sometimes he is right, though sadly not both at once.
Haidt is currently active in a campaign for better cultural balance in the science journals, with quotas and Affirmative Action. Apparently Conservative Science is under-represented, because Liberal Scientists edit the journals and review for them and are prejudiced, and certainly not because of a dearth of decent science articles from cultural conservatives.
Clik here to view.
ANYWAY... as anyone who is familiar with the workings of synchronicity could have told you -- or anyone who has seen Another Kiwi playing around with the controls of the Morphogenic Field Flux Intensifier -- Haidt's illustrative food-fucking scenario has borne fruit, and the fruit is BITTER AS ALOES and Gammel Dansk. The bleed-through into reality takes the form of the Cameron Pork-porking story.
Clik here to view.Haidt's hypothesis predicts a tsunami of disgust-grounded moral outrage among UK conservatives, unmollified by the absence of any victim in Hameron's necrophilic pighead-fellatio antics. Angry pitchfork-&- torches demonstrations at 10 Downing Street, and sternly-worded letters to the editor of the Daily Torygraph.
I have another theory (which is mine), and it is that people with authentic, viscerally-grounded morality can adopt new authentic viscerally-grounded moral stances when tribal loyalty demands it, in as little time as it takes for the paperwork to go through, and then they retcon the disgust to justify the ethical condemnation newly incumbent upon them. Meanwhile their unshakable abhorrence at incest goes away if the sister-rapist is a moral spokesman for the right side, or if the father slavering over his daughter's sexiness is the right Presidential aspirant. So my theory predicts crickets, tumbleweeds and possibly whip-poor-wills.
"A friend was wondering about the level of moral disgust associated with having sex with a block of cheese," Another Kiwi vouchsafed.
"Colby or Edam?" I asked.
"I would rather not whey in on that," said tigris.
"When asked if these two things are morally wrong, American liberals and libertarians would tend to answer no."
Wait, what fresh hell is this? Someone is assembling a stalking-horse from straw and stipulations, disguised as an ethical-dilemma scenario, to dramatise a claim about the workings of moral judgement? This never ends well. Inevitably there is bleed-through into what we jokingly describe as the "real world", and next thing you know, ticking timebombs are right twice a day, and tram routes are being designed to run over the maximum number of fat men, which is no way to plan a public transport network. Then a passing strawman impregnates the stalking-horse and the offspring do not bear thinking about.
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"We have not heard lately from the Riddled program of 'ridiculing jackass public intellectuals'," tigris wondered. "Is it in abeyance?""You may have misheard," I said. "It is in fact in Abbey Ance... a cloistered, clerestoried clergical institution located in medieval Averoigne, where it serves as the setting for an unpublished Clark Ashton Smith story. Quite how Swearing Bob and Space-Time Eddie found their way there is anyone's guess, but the Library Pixies may well be to blame. In their absence the task of ridiculing Richard Dawkings has currently devolved upon Richard Dawkings himself, while Steven Pinker has not said anything egregiously stupid for a month or two... we can only surmise that he caught sight of his own reflection in a shiny surface, and became distracted."
"There only remains Jonathan Haidt," said tigris.
Let us weigh in upon Haidt. For purposes of Kayfabe, he presents himself as a liberal, albeit one who concedes the personal superiority of conservatives. He has an idea, which is his, which is that traditional philosophical theories of normative ethics -- be they utilitarian or deontological -- are inadequate and two-dimensional because they are based on reason and consistency, and afford no role for intuitive, visceral disgust and abhorrence. This is why liberals cannot grasp the superior limbic-system-based morality of conservatives, and why liberals, with their emphasis on tolerance and laissez-faire, should extend that tolerance to letting conservatives impose their limbic moral judgements through legislation and public policy. Haidt is sometimes original, and sometimes he is right, though sadly not both at once.
Haidt is currently active in a campaign for better cultural balance in the science journals, with quotas and Affirmative Action. Apparently Conservative Science is under-represented, because Liberal Scientists edit the journals and review for them and are prejudiced, and certainly not because of a dearth of decent science articles from cultural conservatives.
Bearing fruit. What about the offspring?
Image may be NSFW.Clik here to view.
ANYWAY... as anyone who is familiar with the workings of synchronicity could have told you -- or anyone who has seen Another Kiwi playing around with the controls of the Morphogenic Field Flux Intensifier -- Haidt's illustrative food-fucking scenario has borne fruit, and the fruit is BITTER AS ALOES and Gammel Dansk. The bleed-through into reality takes the form of the Cameron Pork-porking story.The pig’s head, he claimed, had been resting on the lap of a Piers Gaveston society member while Cameron performed the actImage may be NSFW.
Clik here to view.
Haidt's hypothesis predicts a tsunami of disgust-grounded moral outrage among UK conservatives, unmollified by the absence of any victim in Hameron's necrophilic pighead-fellatio antics. Angry pitchfork-&- torches demonstrations at 10 Downing Street, and sternly-worded letters to the editor of the Daily Torygraph.I have another theory (which is mine), and it is that people with authentic, viscerally-grounded morality can adopt new authentic viscerally-grounded moral stances when tribal loyalty demands it, in as little time as it takes for the paperwork to go through, and then they retcon the disgust to justify the ethical condemnation newly incumbent upon them. Meanwhile their unshakable abhorrence at incest goes away if the sister-rapist is a moral spokesman for the right side, or if the father slavering over his daughter's sexiness is the right Presidential aspirant. So my theory predicts crickets, tumbleweeds and possibly whip-poor-wills.
"A friend was wondering about the level of moral disgust associated with having sex with a block of cheese," Another Kiwi vouchsafed.
"Colby or Edam?" I asked.
"I would rather not whey in on that," said tigris.