Ideas have a life of theire own- and to use logic and other sharp tools to end that- to hunt down bad ideas, to watch them in the snow of noise, wriggling, thei

Ideas have a life of theire own- and to use logic and other sharp tools to end that- to hunt down bad ideas, to watch them in the snow of noise, wriggling, theire entrails out, the justifications spasming one more time, to watch the last rasping breath roaking "it must be true, for i desired it" and thus invaliditing its existance. That is not Schadenfreude, its the joy of a predator, killing of what not should have been alive in the first place. If it where not for this hunt- we would still be bringing young sheeps to the cliff, to sacrifice them for good weather. If your ideology of choice is regularly murdered- have you ever considered, though it feels right, it might simply be wrong in assumption and execution - superstition- and thus eternal food for the wulfes of this world? That a rethinkinking and updating might spare you needless pain? That all those battles you fight and loose every time - trying to bend reality to shape, might be wasted life time, that could be used otherwise- not if the critiques go away, but if the flaws go away?