They tend to be the same thing.
I was recently engaged in another multi-day dogpile online in which a number of sneering children were under the deluded assumption that attacking me and wasting my time will make their shame over sin go away. Why will these idiots not leave me alone?
One particular one caught my attention because they moved to the 2 year-old style of argument. This involves two things:
- Repeatedly asking a question over and over hoping for the answer to change.
- Asking “Why?” without any regard to what they are asking.
The former is something I deal with daily. The second is thankfully rare as it pisses me off to no end. Luckily, each time I am faced with it, I remember a particularly biting quote from GK Chesterton.
The quote is as follows:
Let me say at once that I think nothing of Shaw or anybody else merely for playing the daring sceptic. I do not think he has done any good or even achieved any effect simply by asking startling questions. It is possible that there have been ages so sluggish or automatic that anything that woke them up at all was a good thing. It is sufficient to be certain that ours is not such an age. We do not need waking up; rather we suffer from insomnia, with all its results of fear and exaggeration and frightful waking dreams. The modern mind is not a donkey which wants kicking to make it go on. The modern mind is more like a motor-car on a lonely road which two amateur motorists have been just clever enough to take to pieces, but are not quite clever enough to put together again. Under these circumstances kicking the car has never been found by the best experts to be effective. No one, therefore, does any good to our age merely by asking questions—unless he can answer the questions. Asking questions is already the fashionable and aristocratic sport which has brought most of us into the bankruptcy court. The note of our age is a note of interrogation. And the final point is so plain; no sceptical philosopher can ask any questions that may not equally be asked by a tired child on a hot afternoon. “Am I a boy?—Why am I a boy?—Why aren’t I a chair?—What is a chair?” A child will sometimes ask questions of this sort for two hours. And the philosophers of Protestant Europe have asked them for two hundred years.
Puts it into perspective when you realize almost all satanists and atheists were raised by protestants, and they argue like 2 year olds.