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razor mains have the worst internet EVER. Istg we be doing a boss and they randomly stuck in the center. Like get better internet mf
"Hey did you know Sam is a razor main?"
"Oh they must have really bad internet LMAO"
Logical fallacy around the mantra “Never assume malice when stupidity will suffice”.
In reality, acting like “Whoops, sorry! Stoopid me!”, so the victim is willing to forgive you for longer, is the oldest trick in the book of evil.
Mostly used by anxious sheltered people when overwhelmed by reality .
Not necessarily wrong. But not necessarily right *either*. There simply is no rational basis for it. It is useless. Its false sense of security can itself be harmful again. Purely exists as a coping fantasy. Same thing as conspiracy theorists (−1) , but with an opposite polarity (+1).
Risen in popularity in late 2010s, due to an anxiety epidemic in young people caused by over-sheltering parents, for-profit fear media, over-prescription abuse, and several bad events (pandemic, wars, …).
The real way to tell evil from stupid is:
*Evil has a goal*. Its actions *converge* towards that.
Stupid is incompetent. Its actions *diverge* (into chaos).
Catch 1: Stupid people can *still* be useful pawns for evil people, and follow them. (See example.)
Catch 2: There doesn’t *have* to be an evil person. It may be emergent behavior in a group. (Proof: Your body’s cells aren’t smart. Yet together they can act smart.)
Usually it’s more complex, but that’s the gist.
In the end, stupid is already harmful. It wastes resources and slows advancement down. That is evil.
While evil is already stupid. As teamwork (being nice) is clearly an evolutionary advantage.
Leader figure A: Evil (scapegoat group B) are invading our (group A), destroying our (values) and taking our (valuables)! = Evil. Goal: Power
Group B, Pawn 2: Durk urr durr! Kill all (group B)! =Stupid. Goal: Whatever dear leader A says.
Group A, Anxious traumatized person 3: OMG, (group B) is destroying our (group A)! They are evil! Hyper-focused on anything remotely similar to the previous trauma: “It *must* be real!” Goal: Safety through avoidance.
Group A, Anxious *black-eyed* person 4: Calm down, it’s just Hanlon's Razor! Everything is fine. Nothing to see here, move on. Hyper-focused on anything remotely similar to the previous *safe space*: “It CAN’T be real!” Goal: Safety through ignorance.
(As you can see, everyone in this example is wrong, and merely driven by their anxiety, clinging to what they grew up with that seemingly lets them handle reality.)
when a conspiracy theorist ignores logic and reputable sources to keep believing their silly theory.
Matthew ignores Ackam's razor and thought that Jenga was a more representative model of a building than physics.
The correct answer is the opposite of whatever was just said. A principle created from the observation of former hedge fund manager and finance commentator Jim Cramer's history of investment advice; where the opposite of whatever is recommended was almost always the best option.
Investment Bro: Cramer was on tv today saying Florba-Skipp is a failing company and to sell immediately.
Financial Planner: Cramer's Razor...
Investment Bro: Dump everything into FBSK immediately
When you are having a conversation with someone that continuously charges the topic to avoid the conversation.
Person 1: So please provide some evidence that can only work on a Flat Earth and wouldn't work on Globe Earth.
Person 2: ...You don't know what Dark Matter is!
Person 1: Talking to you is like a mad dog shitting razor blades! I'm out
the principle that the best method of surviving a horrific situation is to simply leave, posited by Eddie Murphy in his long-form standup comedy film Delirious; "it's very simple; if there's a ghost in the house, get the f**k out the house"
in Eden Lake, when faced with a bunch of abusive ASBO kids with a Rottweiler, Fassbender should simply have employed Murphy's Razor and gone to a Holiday inn instead of camping in the forest.
When your poops so dense and there's a lot of it, when it passes through your anal canal and gives you a slight sensation of razor burn.
Holy moly, grandmother's chicken pot pie just loaded me up with razor poop.