The End of the Argument

When I was a kid, there seemed to be an inordinate number of ancient people kicking around who always insisted on telling me what it was like in the old days.  They were a constant pain in the ass because they never got around to any of the good stories and wouldn’t change the subject.  They’d ramble on for two eternities while I sat making noises in the right places and dreaming about Emma Peel and Samantha Stevens – inappropriately.  To be honest, I still don’t care how deep the snow was in 19-ought-nothin’ or how far it was to school.  Call me shallow!  But, life goes on, and now that the orthopedic shoe is on the other foot, so to speak, occasionally, I find myself also droning on about the Good Old Days, as if they mattered.  I suppose it’s the circle of life, Grasshopper, but sometimes I wish I would just learn to shut up.  But not on this day.

Believe it or not, one of the things people used to do in the good old days was argue.  It’s true; I’m not making this up.  Young people would gather in groups and verbally fight with each other over all kinds of things – politics, religion, fashion, books – it didn’t matter.  They’d get drunk on coffee and cigarettes or wine and weed and attack each other in spoken gunfights that lasted whole evenings.

The object of these oral engagements was to change the other person’s mind while simultaneously defending your own point of view.  This took skill, knowledge and a certain logical train of thought.  Arguments had to be framed on the fly and adapted to the chaos of the conversation.  They had to be concise and witty and able to withstand strong scrutiny.  Lame arguments were destroyed outright, while more substantial ones were modified to incorporate new ideas, as they ran the gauntlet of these wars of words.  You realized very quickly that you were responsible for what you said, and you’d better know what you’re talking about before you open your mouth.   However, it was a great way to battle-test your theories of life and discover the multitude of other concepts available.  As a student, I myself argued on many occasions, as did many of my friends.  We considered it part of our education.   We may have been taught economics in Dr. Bolton’s (not his real name) class, but we learned it fighting it out in a local tavern, appropriately called The Pit.  I still remember those days fondly.

This Golden Age came to a complete halt somewhere around the time of the first Star Wars movie (There’s no connection, by the way.)  I’m almost certain that what happened was some utter coward, faced with a verbal ass kickin’, reached back into Philosophy 101 and said, “Can’t we all just agree to disagree?”  (I hope they bludgeoned him to death on the spot.)  It might sound clever and profound, but what the hell does it even mean?  We have two conflicting points of view that are equally acceptable?  No, it doesn’t mean that; that’s impossible.  It means either “I’ve said a bunch of stupid stuff that’s indefensible, and I want a way out,” or “I’m such a total ignoramus that, despite overwhelming evidence, I’m not going to change my mind.”  That’s it!  “Let’s agree to disagree” is one of those witty phrases that’s supposed to convey an air of sophistication.  In actual fact, however, it’s just a sneaky way to get out of an argument — without looking like a complete fool.   With the introduction of “Let’s agree to disagree,” losers all over the world could mouth off in the most outrageous manner possible and then get off the hook by simply suggesting that we all agree to disagree.

Unfortunately, there are more of them than there are of us, and the idea spread like chicken pox.  This was the end of the argument – literally.  From there it was an easy slide to “Let’s agree not to disagree,” because when all points of view are equal, it doesn’t make any sense to fight about them.  Now, arguments no longer have a place in our society.  We don’t actually discourage disagreement so much as encourage silence.  We have abandoned logical trains of thought for the chimera of the consensus.  We need to all agree (even when we don’t) because it’s socially unacceptable to argue.  It’s better to shut up and get on with it.  This is why we have such enormous gaps between different groups in our society.  We think there must be something wrong with people who are outside our particular consensus.  It’s the only explanation we can come up with for disagreement.  And rather than framing a logical argument to change people’s point of view, we call them names.

Back in the old days, we did not go softly and we did not tread lightly.  Feelings were hurt and tears were shed, but in the end, we were better off because we selected our ideas after exhaustive arguments — verbal give-and-take – where concepts would stand or fall on their merit.  We did not tiptoe around difficult questions because we were afraid of being called bad names.  We gathered together and fought it out because all of us are smarter than each of us.  Today, the Age of Reason is over, and Aristotle’s system of Deductive Reasoning has been casually tossed aside in favour of some horrid Mutual Admiration Dystopia.

Wow!  And I promised myself I wouldn’t end up like those cranky old buggers I used to have to listen to when I was a kid.  Plus ca change…..

4 thoughts on “The End of the Argument

  1. Yes, I still like a good exchange of view points or argument but it seems to me I have heard the phase “lets agree to disagree” a fair amount. The reason for this I don’t know. Is it because people don’t have all the facts relating to the subject matter or they just don’t want to get down to a real good argument. It maybe the art of a good debate has been lost forever. Many a subject has been tossed back and forth around a kitchen table over coffee and a smoke. Yes, “back in the old days” we did sit and listen to the old folks, but now you talk to the young ones and they just sit and roll their eyes as if you have a screw loose. Maybe the next generation will pick-up the art of a good argument we can only hope.

  2. Bill, this is perhaps my biggest disappointment in life—-that trying to figure stuff out through debate can get you a bad name (especially if you’re a girl). My favourite is when people on both sides of the political spectrum cling to their opinions when they neither own a television nor keep up with the real world. I’m still gobsmacked every time I encounter it. Maybe it will always bug me and maybe that’s just okay.

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