How to be a denialist
Martin McKee, an epidemiologist at the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine who also studies denial, has identified six tactics that all denialist movements use. “I’m not suggesting there is a manual somewhere, but one can see these elements, to varying degrees, in many settings,” he says (The European Journal of Public Health, vol 19, p 2).
■1. Allege that there’s a conspiracy. Claim that scientific consensus has arisen through collusion rather than the accumulation of evidence.
■2. Use fake experts to support your story. “Denial always starts with a cadre of pseudo-experts with some credentials that create a facade of credibility,” says Seth Kalichman of the University of Connecticut.
■3. Cherry-pick the evidence: trumpet whatever appears to support your case and ignore or rubbish the rest. Carry on trotting out supportive evidence even after it has been discredited.
■4. Create impossible standards for your opponents. Claim that the existing evidence is not good enough and demand more. If your opponent comes up with evidence you have demanded, move the goalposts.
■5. Use logical fallacies. Hitler opposed smoking, so anti-smoking measures are Nazi. Deliberately misrepresent the scientific consensus and then knock down your straw man.
■6. Manufacture doubt. Falsely portray scientists as so divided that basing policy on their advice would be premature. Insist “both sides” must be heard and cry censorship when “dissenting” arguments or experts are rejected.
You know, if the Yellowstone supervolcano let go tomorrow, the first statement out of the Fraser Institute would be that the market will take care of the problem.
Yesterday at the mall, I watched with goggling eyes as a super hot Asian woman in her early twenties wearing a floaty black dress strode by. I noticed that she was wearing something sheer, and as I watched her bum disappear into the SaveOn, I realized that my inability to see so much as a thong had something to do with her not wearing any underwear at all. I rubbed my eyes.
Then I looked around.
I was the only person who had noticed.
I have come to the conclusion that Vancouver IS the best place in the world to live. Although I’d like to find the putz that bent Ziva’s antenna and chide him.
CAKE SMASH. CAKE SMAAAAASH!
A coworker’s child.
One of my coworkers is back home in Pakistan, right now. His country is suffering from sectarian violence, and I wish it wouldn’t. I like Ahmadis…. they are like the Mennonites of Islam.
I thought I found my camera cables, but I hadn’t, so I paid a flying visit to the Sony Store in Metrotown…$100 and some odd dollars poorer (I bought a spare battery) and poorer in digestion (I bought a burger in the food court) but richer for having seen Mare and Tom U and Brian C, I emerged. PS I FRACKING HATE THE PARKING LOT IN METROTOWN, WHEN GOD GIVES THE WORLD AN ENEMA THAT’S WHERE THE NOZZLE GWINE GO.
I also got a case for my Blackberry, which will reduce the amount of time I have to charge the poor little sucker.
Must find an alternate source of income, toys are gonna bankrupt me.
That’s pretty much all there is to report.
enh…. still working on the proper places to shift… which is wearing. I’d be fcking euchred without a tach… which is a thought I have had many times over the last week or so. Thank you gentlemen and ladies, for making such a thing as a tachometer.
and sad frown, an accident… upside down vehicle, two cop cars, bottom of the hill, check engine light comes on. Flashy lights past the cops, don’t look don’t look, can’t trigger a migraine. Doesn’t look like anyone was injured, as there are two cop cars and no other emergency vehicles. Then, at the left turn from Gaglardi onto Cariboo, the guy second in front of me is a pal from work, in whose car I have recently been riding, and he’s clipped the driver of the equally expensive (and tasteful) car in front of him. The next sentence deleted on the cross eyed and hard breathing insistence of my lawyer. It’s bad enough that I’ve identified him as my coworker.
That’s my cue.. Keith just came in.
An ibis, persistently and gently pecking at my shoes. V. cute.
I was in a car on the way to a Mohawk reserve for the traditional handing out of bread and cheese for Victoria Day. Have a good day today however you celebrate the Queen’s birthday.
Today Katie and I went to Undersea Gardens and Miniature World, like a pair of foolish tourists. I have to say with the sun and the food and the wandering about I am very happy.