Fallacy of the talking killer

Last night, I stopped in at my neighbor’s house and was given red beans and rice and a glass of wine – and all I was doing was saying hi! Can’t beat that. We got to talking about remodels because she is about to embark on one (and I’m the prophesy of doom when it comes to anyone about to do a remodel) and I told her the story about M and the painters and how I have come to the conclusion I will just pay him what I think is fair and not even explain why. I said the other attempts at trying to explain why his painters are so fucking incompetent that it has called into question my ability to ever use him or refer him to anyone again has fallen on deaf ears. So I liken it to the fallacy of the talking killer in movies – once the killer starts talking the victim has a chance to get away. If I even begin to explain, M might begin to try to sway me to see his side of the equation which is the pay me an exorbitant amount of money for a fucked up job viewpoint. So mute I will remain.

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