Daniel Peterson wrote:Ta dum ta dum ta dum ta dum. Ta dum ta dum ta dum ta dum.
Come, said Joey, pa rum pum pum pum
My still-born fallacy, pa rum pum pum pum
My one dull axe to grind, pa rum pum pum pum
Just, please, don't use your mind, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,
Pseudoarguments, pa rum pum pum pum,
Stunningly dumb.
Popularity, pa rum pum pum pum
That's what makes scholarly, pa rum pum pum pum
I have no clue at all, pa rum pum pum pum
My circle is that small, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,
Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum,
On my drum?
Scholars nodded, pa rum pum pum pum
Their snores kept perfect time, pa rum pum pum pum
I flayed my drum at them, pa rum pum pum pum
Got not a crumb from them, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,
Then I sneered at them, pa rum pum pum pum
Me and my drum.
The quality of arguments and evidence, Joey, isn't measured by their popularity, let alone by counting up the number of people who're unaware of their existence.
I know this is difficult for you to grasp. Perhaps if you tried to picture a poll on quantum physics administered to indigenous residents of the Australian outback, or to imagine a vote among dwellers in rural Swaziland on their satisfaction with inflationary models of the Big Bang, you might be able to come to grips with the concept.
In the meantime, do you like Jane Austen? I'm a big fan.
Your friend,
Dan Peterson
DP you could lay off the sacred carols when you need a creative framework to hang you harangue upon.
Nobody is going to think you too worldly to cover a Beatles tune or two.