All This Defies Logic

Posted on Tuesday 23 September 2003

According to the Knight-Ridder News Service, the man who killed defrocked priest and convicted pedophile John Goegan in prison, Joseph Druce, yelled “Let’s keep kids safe!” and “Hold pedophiles accountable for their actions!” as he was led away after his arraignment for the slaying.
Geogan was an old man when he went to prison and likely would have died there.
By virtue of the fact that he was in prison, he was being held accountable.
Druce was a criminal himslef, a self-avowed killer, and he has the gall to preach to the justice system about safety?
All this defies logic, of course:
Geogan and his attraction to children,
Druce and his vigilantism,
the fact that many would agree with the thoughts and feelings of both of them.
But that’s fine. Everything defies logic.
Logic, I’ve decided, is a hobbyhorse; it is, in the immortal words of Mr. Spock, “a wreath of pretty flowers which smell bad.”
Logic, like its cousin mathematics, is a theoretical construct that exists solely on its own terms. Only when a real-world situation can be conveniently or artificially simplified to its most basic parts can logic be applied to it.
And even then only rarely.
George W. Bush, after all, has so utterly deluded himself that he truly believes that statements – like that there was ever any proof of Saddam Hussein having WMDs in the months before this last war – can simultaneously be admitted lies and pretext for war.
Bush sees absolutley nothing wrong with this.
This is no different than mobilizing our troops because we didn’t like the looks of a wart on Saddam’s nose.
No, it’s worse.
At least the wart scenario has a reason.
A contradiction isn’t even a reason.
Which is a sort of tautology, which is a redundant sort of logic, which, as we’ve seen, we can’t (officially) trust anymore.
Perhaps all this pining over the Death of Logic is pathetically Modern.
The PoMo paradigm calls for its abandonment in favor of hipness.
Think I’ll go to that web site where you can make Bush do aerobics.
That is, before I commence weeping.

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