Leave The Devil In Hell Where He Belongs

Yesterday, I posted about something that I like, and today, here’s something I don’t like:

People who constantly play devil’s advocate.

I mean, what purpose does it serve? Most of the time, said person just does it to either be contrary in a situation that was perfectly fine until they opened their trap, or to get attention in a way other than throwing a temper tantrum. Sometimes we don’t want to hear your opinion. Or that of the devil. Do you really dislike us to that degree? If so, you might need to find some new friends.

Then, there’s the whole cliched phrasing of it. “Devil’s advocate?” For some reason, I think of 1970s crime dramas. You know, the kind where the men had suits with patched elbows and women wore shoulder pads. I mean, really. And why would the devil need advocating? I’d like to think he’s probably pretty convincing himself, after all, isn’t he the definition of evil? The polar opposite of good? Or something.


If I had a dollar for every time I heard that phrase in an academic setting, I’d have enough money to set up a scholarship fund.

But only for people who know when to shut up and when to…shut up.

Pray the Devil Back to Hell



Random Thought of the Day: Word Choice

“The Wrong Address Theory favored by Marxism: just as extreme Shi’ite Muslims hold that Archangel Gabriel made a mark, delivering the Message to Mohamed when it was intended for Ali, so Marxists basically like to think that the spirit of human history or human consciousness made a terrible boob.” – Elie Kedourie, qtd in Ernest Gellner, Nations and Nationalism, p. 124

Yeah, not a good enough reason to use the word “boob.”