Hominem
Original: Hominem on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A bearded, balding old man with round glasses sits in a leather chair in front of a tall bookshelf, fingers steepled. He addresses a red-haired person whose head is visible in the foreground (back of head facing the viewer).
Old man: IT WAS NOT AN "AD HOMINEM." AN ARGUMENT IS ONLY AD HOMINEM IF IT SUGGESTS MY CHARACTERIZATION OF YOU DISCREDITS YOUR ARGUMENT, SHIT-FOR-BRAINS.
Caption (below panel): Learning the difference between an ad hominem and an insult has been life-changing.
Votey:
A simple sketch of the old man's face. He continues speaking.
Old man: YOU ARE NOT WRONG BECAUSE YOU ARE A SHIT-FOR-BRAINS. YOU ARE A SHIT-FOR-BRAINS BECAUSE YOU ARE WRONG. NOW, GO IN PEACE, MY SON.
A bearded, balding old man with round glasses sits in a leather chair in front of a tall bookshelf, fingers steepled. He addresses a red-haired person whose head is visible in the foreground (back of head facing the viewer).
Old man: IT WAS NOT AN "AD HOMINEM." AN ARGUMENT IS ONLY AD HOMINEM IF IT SUGGESTS MY CHARACTERIZATION OF YOU DISCREDITS YOUR ARGUMENT, SHIT-FOR-BRAINS.
Caption (below panel): Learning the difference between an ad hominem and an insult has been life-changing.
Votey:
A simple sketch of the old man's face. He continues speaking.
Old man: YOU ARE NOT WRONG BECAUSE YOU ARE A SHIT-FOR-BRAINS. YOU ARE A SHIT-FOR-BRAINS BECAUSE YOU ARE WRONG. NOW, GO IN PEACE, MY SON.
Alt text
A bearded, balding old man with round glasses sits in a leather armchair in front of a tall bookshelf, fingers steepled, addressing a red-haired person seen from behind in the foreground. He says: "It was not an 'ad hominem.' An argument is only ad hominem if it suggests my characterization of you discredits your argument, shit-for-brains." The caption below reads: "Learning the difference between an ad hominem and an insult has been life-changing." In the votey aftercomic, a rough sketch of the old man's face continues: "You are not wrong because you are a shit-for-brains. You are a shit-for-brains because you are wrong. Now, go in peace, my son." The joke: he pedantically insists his insult is logically valid rather than fallacious because the insult is a consequence of being wrong, not the reason for it.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.