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tools in the trade of “being a tool”

Conversational Terrorism is rife with lessons about other unfair tactics to employ in debate or, indeed, any conversation. This is akin to a follow-up post to my other one, ages ago, about fallacies and how to recognize them.

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  1. It's nice to have a taxonomy to work off of, so I can check them off my list when I argue with Kevin.

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  2. ;-)

    I was wondering which one of you would post something like that first.

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  3. It's not worth my time to consult, because Tim is an ASS.

    Which one does that fall under?

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  4. I think you hit two or three of them. Impressive for such a short sentence.

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  5. Well, the reading level of the article is a bit high for Kevin, as evidenced by the fact that he had to ask about the content. I do salute his continuing efforts to educate himself, however.

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  6. Tim, you ignorant slut...

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  7. Bite me, fan boy.

    Which reminds me, the article is missing two important techniques:

    1) Physical Threat
    "I believe your opinion would be different with my foot up your ass."

    2) Appeal to Spurious Authority
    "Well, I'm the last person to win a game of Mario Kart. Therefore you are wrong."

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