Sorry as someone who teaches rhetoric this is a wonderful response to the Paradox of Tolerance. I cannot tell you how many times my students have had debates about this. This is the response. This does indeed fix it. I cannot wait to tell this to my classes now. Philosophically and rhetorically this completely resolved the Paradox of Tolerance and I am floored by its simplicity and angry I never saw it before.
[ID: The Paradox of Tolerance disappears if you look at tolerance, not as a moral standard, but as a social contract.
If someone does not abide by the terms of the contract, then they are not covered by it.
In other words: The intolerant are not following the rules of the social contract of mutual tolerance.
Since they have broken the terms of the contract, they are no longer covered by the contract, and their intolerance should NOT be tolerated.
(inspired by “Tolerance is not a moral precept” by Yonatan Zunger)
I love the headband theory, so I like to think the reason Ralsei keeps his hands behind his back is because Kid Kris would draw their monstersona the same way. Hands are hard to draw.
The thing about making jokes about film snobs is that unless the call is coming from inside the house they’re rarely funny and are, more frequently, unintentionally revealing about the creator’s personal hangups, general lack of knowledge of the art form, and bizarre fury at the idea that someone, somewhere, might take it seriously
It’s like if I was like “Lmaoooo look at me, I’m a mathematician! Look at me, dividing the hypotenuse by the square root of pi!! I don’t know that calculators exist!” which tells you immediately 1) I am not massively knowledgeable about this 2) I’m very mad at a specific person or two who have 3) triggered a powerful insecurity
I’ll never get over the amalgamates getting to go back home to their families in True Pacifist. I’m so, so used to stories that go, “this person is too broken, physically or mentally or both, to ever be put back together. they’re not the way they once were, so they’re good as dead. killing them is the only act of mercy.“
I’m so glad Undertale didn’t do that.
The True Lab intentionally plays on horror tropes. Phantasmal pursuers whose ability to appear and disappear defy logical attempts at evasion. Mutated, undead shambling creatures whose original selves are utterly destroyed.
But…like the rest of Undertale’s relationship to RPG tropes…subversion occurs.
It becomes increasingly clear that the amalgamates aren’t evil ghosts or mindless zombies. They’re victims of medical malpractice who miss their families. And when we find them returned to their families…they’re happy. Their families are happy. Things are different now, yea. It’s pretty weird for everyone. The new situation will take some time getting used to. But… it’s mostly good.
