In what appears to be a tragic accident, Iranian air defenses shot down a Ukrainian passenger jet, Flight 752, killing all 176 on board. The deadly mistake occurred during heightened U.S.-Iran tensions, after the United States killed Iranian general Qasem Soleimani, which led some Americans to blame the deaths on Donald Trump. Others countered that Iran was entirely responsible.
This debate showcases differing notions of how causality and foreseeability create moral culpability. It also showcases how people jump from one model to another based on their biases.
Generally, if someone is in full possession of their faculties, we hold them…
Around 2017, an oft-bearded Canadian named Travis Pangburn sprang fully-formed from the collective amygdala of the Intellectual Dark Web, a marketing conglomerate of “renegades” who some people think are not renegades. Jordan Peterson’s coattails were expansive and lush and rocketing upward, and Travis, via his erstwhile venture Pangburn Philosophy, grabbed on for dear life.
Seemingly overnight, Pangburn became the organizer-in-chief of live IDW debates, podcasts, and other permutations of the same ten people talking to each other about woke undergrads. Pangburn’s rise never quite made sense, but the skeptics and rationalists of the IDW fully bought in. Their relationship reached…
At the marketplace of ideas, that hallowed virtual ground where truth-seekers exchange intellectual currency, the most pressing concern is no longer over whether the products themselves are any good, but where they ought to go on the shelves. Should they go in this section or that one? Next to Author A or Author B? In other words, classifying the products correctly, giving them the right packaging, putting them in the preferred aisle—these are the considerations that matter most now. It is, after all, a marketplace.
Behold, the state of our discourse in 2019: “How dare you say I’m on the…
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
—W. B. Yeats
I am what you think I am. You’ll believe that in the end anyway.