The thinking person’s guide to not thinking
Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to declare solemnly : I believe in stories. Not just any stories, but the right stories – the ones that agree with me.
You see, facts are slippery, treacherous little things. They change, they demand proof, they refuse to flatter. But stories are loyal! They conform beautifully to the religious truths of my ancestors, the racial certainties of my tribe, the historical legends of my nation, and of course, the political doctrines of my party.
Who really wants the discomfort of doubt? Doubt is corrosive. Doubt asks questions. Doubt suggests I might be wrong.
So when you ask me, “Why don’t you question these stories?” I say to you: why should I? They give me comfort, they give me community, they give me power. Doubt is over-rated. Belief is convenient.
Therefore, I stand before you, unashamed, unwavering, unburdened by the need of evidence – a true believer in the sacred art of never asking questions. And I invite you all to join me. Because if enough of us clap loudly enough, perhaps reality itself will finally fall in line.
As for those who don’t subscribe to my beliefs or to my views which are based on my beliefs I have stories about them too. And prescriptions for curing, curbing or crushing them. I used to whisper some of these prescriptions earlier. Nowadays I simply forward them on WhatsApp.
An ordinary life 