Factoidman and Shallowman - Part 2

[Now ShallowMan is quite content receiving FactoidMan’s consent to quibble and express dissent as long as keeping covenant with fingers crossed and belfry bent when viewing Facts in sealed cement:] SM “The Facts you give me circumvent those ‘truths’ your chuckles supplement; although they might disorient they can’t be wrong, I won’t dissent, just using ones which you invent.“ FM “(No need of source in that event).” SM “Your wise advice is simply sound in cases where a game is bound to parcel points out round by round or else on verbal battleground where know-it-alls are duly crowned.” [Though ShallowMan is kinda slow he still takes time to learn and throw his facts and theories to and fro, amazing facts which seem to show that theories sometimes come and go, returning strengthened with the glow of new found facts (for which to crow) that fill the gaps of long ago.] SM “Oh FactoidMan, just tip your cap! I’ve found a piece to fill the gap that simplifies a mouse’s trap: if triggerless, it still will clap to give the mouse a mighty zap that makes its tiny back bone snap.” “With mousetrap type simplexity, reducible complexity helps arguments’ duplexity with twists of crude convexity.” FM “Ha-ha! That serves to prove my case: for each gap filled, two in its place, each growing at the doubled pace; for unfilled gaps, I’m saying grace (they help, indeed, for saving face).” [Once ShallowMan had dared to question FactoidMan’s sublime suggestion:] FM “With a little predigestion all my Facts compel ingestion helping shallow decongestion.” SM “FactoidMan, take no offense, I know your knowledge is immense amidst your store of Facts quite dense, yet still I’m hanging in suspense about your unassumed pretense and if (or not) your Facts make sense. What say you, sage, in your defense?” FM “My Facts are self-sustaining views supported by my mighty muse; if disbelief is what you choose just listen to the gull that mews, eructing fake and faulty news.” “My Facts are meant for one and all” [cried FactoidMan within the stall] FM “I plop them out and when they fall (yes, be they large or be they small) they leave all witnesses in thrall.” [Then FactoidMan informed the crew (you know the ones, the chosen few, who try to twist his Facts askew, subjecting them to peer review which puts them in the waiting queue for litter to be hid from view):] FM “Well Facts are Facts, yes that is true so don’t be sad and don’t feel blue when sitting dazed without a clue; once more, that’s why I’m here for you.” “For in my wisdom you may wallow if you simply seek and follow, chew my Facts, then gulp and swallow, stuff your soul, now blank and hollow.” SM “But FactoidMan, I fail to see the emptiness inside of me” [said ShallowMan with modesty and cert’nly not hyperbole.] SM “You’ve filled me with a potpourri of concepts bathed in harmony all self-contained and error free (adjudged by you, the referee, with whom no one could disagree and still remain your devotee).” [FactoidMan may steal a stride with Miss Direction at his side to conquer, baffle or divide; she sometimes slyly serves to guide us on a roller coaster ride through subtle logic simplified and fuzzy Facts unverified.] FM “We’ll make you guys sit back in wonder stealing all your blood and thunder when you’ve found you’ve made a blunder, thrusting you to realms down under dank defeat, dun dirt and dunder (pseudo-logic’s would-be plunder, Miss Direction’s torn asunder).” SM “Do Miss Direction’s humble graces pivot progress towards new places into which loose logic races (hinged on fundamental bases counter argument outpaces)? And what about the other cases tied with loose ends time unlaces? Just rubbish, reason soon erases leaving lumps or tiny traces in the gaps and other spaces?” “Yes, Miss Direction will confirm my wisdom hides no wily worm, though simpletons will surely squirm with Facts they fail to disaffirm within the short or longer term.” “She can lecture, you can learn about the twists at every at every turn in arguments that you should spurn when served an ace but can’t return without disgrace and ego burn that leaves your ashes in an urn. (In case you listen, you’ll discern that winning spins are my concern.)” [Well ShallowMan was full of stunts, posed one more question which confronts:] SM “Although your data sometimes blunts the points of other’s arguments your reasoning quite oft affronts when based on claims that logic shunts. Well, won’t this break your covenants?” [Then Miss Direction screamed at once that “ShallowMan’s a silly munce”.] FM “But that is neither here nor there” [said FactoidMan with scant a care] FM “for ShallowMan may often err: without my Facts, he’s not a prayer, so should believe and be aware that truth is mine and never dare to think new thoughts (and so despair).” [Then FactoidMan revealed a frown in which a pompous smirk could drown:] FM “Yes, ShallowMan’s a depthless clown who must look up for seeing down; he lives his life in Flatland Town, his thinking cap’s a dunce’s crown.” [But ShallowMan took no offence though things were getting kind of tense (with some regrets for being dense) and answered in his own defense:] SM “At times credulity replaces rationality in cases where belief in faith’s the basis (filling holes with empty spaces) voiding proofs that logic traces.” FM “Does logic really play a role? It’s certainly not the aim or goal! Instead, to wheedle or cajole, while using Facts which I control, is somewhat simpler on the whole.” SM “Oh FactoidMan, it’s now so clear the reason why we need you here, protecting from the puppeteer who pulls our strings to interfere with Facts of yours we should revere, and paves our path with morbid fear our straight and narrow bent may veer from certainty you hold so dear, rejecting theories which cohere, ensconced in science, so sincere; and all be damned should doubts appear.” Cont. in Part 3