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Monday, February 25. 2008

Buridan's Ass

It turns out that Aristotle, not Jean Buridan, first came up with the logical paradox of the hungry, thirsty ass who dies, paralyzed by indecision between a bucket of water and a pile of hay.

Viking mentions the Dem version, with its apparent solution:

It's the political equivalent of Buridan's ass: with no defining issue to differentiate the candidates, Americans gravitated towards the one you'd like to have a beer with and watch a little football.

Our editor mentions another one: A MA Yankee torn between his attachment to the Berkshire Hills and Cape Cod. (God forbid that leaves you stuck inside of Worcester, MA with the Memphis blues.)

Posted by The Barrister in Fallacies and Logic, Our Essays at 11:20 | Comments (4) | Trackbacks (0)

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Gotta have a tad more than half the weight in front of the axle. Loading 101.
#1 buddy larsen on 2008-02-25 13:48 (Reply)
C of G numbers certainly have to be reworked!! Again, it's been proved that a J*****s can't fly.
#2 Garry on 2008-02-25 15:44 (Reply)
This is how you know your ass is not big enough.
#3 Sam Wah on 2008-02-25 16:27 (Reply)
This is how you know your ass is not big enough. - SW

Now THAT was funny.

Donkey: Does this cart make my ass look big?

Salim: Not big enough, Allah be praised!

"God forbid that leaves you stuck inside of Worcester, MA with the Memphis blues."

"Again."

Didn't want the Dylanologist on your case.
#4 Dr. Mercury (Link) on 2008-02-25 17:47 (Reply)

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