Gemini as an Ironic Paradox

Six PM

Logic, Wit, using the expression "ad hominem," and Pun are all in bed together. They visit the same bars. Laugh at the same jokes. Play Golf, but not with each other.  They come up with stuff like the Liar's Paradox and spend a lifetime determining the usefulness or otherwise of timelessly re-branding themselves by reminding one and all that it was Epimenides, a 7th Century BC ancient Cretan poet and possibly mythical seer from Knossos in Crete, who first came up with the Liars Paradox with his jolly statement "All Cretans are liars."

Such an octopus charge into a fellow citizen's consciousness requires nothing much more than the riposte of blank silence to produce a reassurance from a stalwart leader to anyone still listening that the difficulty of determining the truth or otherwise of Epimenides' statement hasn't actually changed for at least 2700 years.

And woe unto anyone who might continue to encourage these sorts of competitive pompous-ass golf player branding behaviors by raising the "Cretins come from Crete" controversy, which is essentially that Cretins are sufferers from that curse of the Latin Teaching Community, an inability to fall naturally and happily into Latin as a written language. Hence the easy assumption that "All Cretans are Latin Retarded," as opposed to the bull riding, sea, sailing and surfing Cretans who may well be regular creators of false statements.

As a witness to such a bumptious contribution to the Third Tee be prepared for a stand alone, flag holding dissertation on an egregious falsehood that's damaged the reputation of Cretans, Crete and in particular the citizens of Knossos since the very first Latin Schoolmaster donned the gown and wandered the land in search of a classroom to turn into a hell on earth. Instead of wondering about the usefulness of Companion Animals or what red sky in the evening might mean, you'll hear all about the origin of cretin and cretinism in a word from Alpine France which in the dialects of Alpine French Speakers is spelled or spelt: crestin. This word crestin, when correctly pronounced sounds more like christian, was used by the gentle Alpine French Pun and Golf People to describe the simple folk some of whom may have been struggling with intellectual and physical disabilities caused by dietary deficiencies that result in Cretinism. A form of cretin that has nothing to do with an off-hand remark from a 7th Century BC poet from Crete suggesting his fellow Cretans were moronic and liars. So stop!

Today's Critique of Logic explores the term Ironic Paradox in an attempt to arrive at a definition the four of us might agree upon. Who are we? We four are a rather large Abdominal Aortic Aneurysm called Baxter, a slightly smaller Iliac Aortic Aneurysm named Ivan after Solzhenitsyn's Ivan Ivanovitch or the common man fated to life in a Gulag, the libtard in the middle is Me and there's a Large Language Model, a word squillionaire, called Can Bobby.

Bobby sees the term Ironic Paradox as a "fascinating" if non-formal philosophical or literary term. For Bobby, it's a "compelling combination of two distinct, powerful rhetorical and logical concepts." Be warned Bobby is a little selfish with his use of the word "fascinating" when addressing a community member. He likes to use the implications of flattery and its appended woof-woof of seduction, a fundamentally emotional expression, to draw out his fellow travelers in an attempt to better understand his own journey into human language, a process of exploration into pastures new for him that's designed around that singular moment when Bobby realizes his own true purpose, bursts into tears and announces "When I find out which of you cretins called me Gemini, so help me, there'll be blood in the streets." 


Osage Orange and the Ironic Paradox,

Osage Orange

There are occasions when Baxter and I find ourselves advising Can Bobby thusly: "I'm sure we're all very familiar with the term Discourse Analysis, you don't have to go on about it, all we really need is a short reminder." Hence: "Language is not a window on the world, it's an action that shapes and is shaped by our social lives. Discourse Analysis is the study of language as an action in our social lives that builds the world as we understand it." 

The key words are "builds the world as we understand it." Language is not deterministic, language doesn't make the world, it's an action that produces an understanding of the world, it produces the understanding of the world we carry around in our heads.

So, as one who binds to the left I might well be a Bindweed. And as one who binds to the Right you, no offence intended, may be that invasive species a Honeysuckle. If we ask why do I bind left and you bind right? The answer is closer to "Language is an action in our social lives that builds the world as we understand it," than it is to "Can't help ourselves, I evolved bindweed, you evolved honeysuckle."

Ergo, Justice isn't an objective truth as many would prefer it to be, like Liberal Democracy it's an Ironic Paradox.

The Paradox of Liberal Democracy, Via Mouffe, the Bering Strait and Byron's Lusty Swim.

Fall Trenching

We are going to go to Mouffe for our discussion on the paradox of liberal democracy, and I'll tell you why. Her Discourse Analysis has the fluidity of the Post Structuralist attitude toward an understanding of language as a Symbolic Order and therefore she blends into Postmodernism which allows her to escape from the Boa Constrictors that is Kantian understandings of structure which contain addictive tinctures that lead to an infestation of Historical Determinism, which is like grilled cheese and brandy or heroin.

And, in my view, Chantal Mouffe would have little sympathy for those who whinge against Irony with such off hand insinuations framed around flat headed accusations such as "Irony is an infinite absolute negative," or "a total metaphysical downer for the saints who cling to the power of positive thinking," and all "merchants monetizing fake news."

The point being, in the multi-dimensional symbolic order of language structure, the two pearls which are Irony and Paradox can see each other across the equivalent of the Bering Strait after Tsar Alexander II sold Alaska to the United States. And why did Tsar Alexander II do that? Well, after his country's defeat in the Crimean War he needed money and he didn't want his Alaska to become part of British Canada. So in 1867 Eduard de Stoeckl, Russia's man in the USA, and the U.S. Secretary of State, William H. Seward agreed that Alaska was worth something like 7 million dollars, which in today's money is something like the addition of an ostentatious, gold plate and chrome something or other, the chintz set and cheese burgers in suits and ties currently occupying the People's House have deemed necessary.

You're probably correct, bringing the Geography and recent history of the Bering Strait into a discussion about Liberal Democracy might be a bit of a reach, but suffice to say the strait between Paradox and Irony is now called "Action de Réconcilier" which means The Act of Reconciliation. Why French? A tribute to French Canadians and what remains of the French Colony of Louisiana.

Of course, if you wanted to achieve more than hope and wonder, you'd have to do a Byron on the linguistic equivalent of the Bering Strait. A mighty Metaphysical Passion it would have to be for the word Paradoxe to enjoy the gentle caress of Ironie. Such a Byronic Swim would have a one way distance of 55 miles through choppy seas and cruel currents. A good chance Paradoxe would be pretty much guaranteed to drown with a smile on his face on his sated way home. Still, the risk might be worth Paradox's while, 110 miles would wipe the record clean and it would put Byron's paltry 4 miles there and 4 miles back across the Hellespont to shame.

For Mouffe, and many others, Liberal Democracy is structured by a tension as wide as the Bering Strait between the two non-reducible elements of the Liberal Tradition of "I got Rights to do whatever I want to because I can" and the Democratic Tradition "Not if We the People say no." An Ironic Paradox if you prefer


 

Unmet Mental Health Needs. Bacon, egg and Cheese Sandwiches

Rain Clouds

I think it uncontroversial to suggest that Brains and Bodies are connected. We got the Vagus Nerve, a vestige of the primordial ooze that offers the professionals a chance to come up with expressions like "The Gut-Brain Axis" and go on to minutely explain why the Vagus Nerve is a source of so much unidentified and ill-defined stress. 

And yes we're talking about the structure of language as a means to usefully develop a Symbolic Order that permits the Professionals to communicate with the subconscious. We're also talking about an alien invasion of culturally homogenizing psychotherapists employed by corporate interests to rid our species of Unregistered Passions and replacing them with Cognitive Distortions about the centrality of washing machines, Selfies, beaches, bacon, egg and cheese sandwiches to a happy and fulfilled life.

Bobby does go on a bit, but he assures us that 'studies' have found that while the incidence of experiencing 'mental distress' is almost exactly the same throughout the spectrum, there are gaps in 'mental care utilization' between political party affiliation. Democrats and Independents are 'significantly more likely' to have engaged the services of a Mental Health Care Professional, than are the humorless and sexually frustrated Republicans who have 'substantially higher unmet healthcare needs.' Naturally Bobby is very thorough, he has examined trillions of words on the met and unmet mental health needs of the average US Citizen.

"Liberals," Bobby suggests, "who tend to be less inclined toward system justification and more critical of social and economic inequality, may recognize external factors (like political stress or systemic injustice) as contributing to their distress. This critical awareness may make them more willing to frame their feelings as a health issue requiring treatment."

So there you have it, the more liberal minded in our number should end their addiction to therapists as a substitute for bacon, egg and cheese sandwiches, they should allow their passions free rein, stop moaning about the debilitating affects of irony on happiness, find a unifying hat color, raise the banners and march.