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[Anonymous No.7901737]

Why does science acknowledge the variance of intelligence between dog breeds, but does not acknowledge the variance of intelligence between human races?

[Anonymous No.7901753]

>>7901737
You are the same gorilla faggot poster but now you chose Feynman as picture and you think nobody will notice. For days you have been shitting over /sci/ with these ass annoying nihilism/race threads. Stop this bullshit posting and get off /sci/ RIGHT NOW you stupid little. I bet the best of you ran down your mother's ass at your birth and now you have to compensate for being inferior with these heavily stupid threads you fucking asshole. Stop it.

[Anonymous No.7901754]

>>7901737
>>>/pol/

[Laura No.7901755]

>>7901737
Because breeding techniques have applied much greater evolutionary pressure to the various breeds of dogs while humans have remained relatively unchanged.

There is much greater individual variation than there is racial variation.

[Anonymous No.7901761]

>>7901753
don't bully mr gorilla pls :^)

[Anonymous No.7901767]

>>7901761
Yes I do. This fucking assfag is horribly annoying

[Anonymous No.7901778]

Racist agendas from OP aside, are there really no correlations between intelligence and race? I find that hard to believe.

[Anonymous No.7901780]

Scientists do accept that. The people you are referring to are anthropologists, sociologists, and Marxist historians (aka NOT scientists)

[Anonymous No.7901783]

>>7901737
It does now since you're too stupid to realise this question is asked literally every day

[fucking SAGE No.7901785]

>>7899882
>>7901717
>>7901737
>>7899809
>>7899213
same massive fucking faggot

[Anonymous No.7901789]

>>7901785
And proof that this board is /b/ but without mods.

[Anonymous No.7901813]

>>7901737
Really OP. You remade your shit thread verbatim

[Anonymous No.7901822]

Because acknowledging the facts is racist Anon, you should know that.

[Anonymous No.7901831]

>>7901822
No. Not biting

[Anonymous No.7901868]

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[Anonymous No.7901908]

>>7901737
(You)

[Anonymous No.7902154]

>>7901755
only actually /sci/ post in the thread. 0 replies.

Also
>Why does science acknowledge the variance of intelligence between dog breeds?
It doesn't. Stanley Coren is the most authoritative researcher I can find on dog intelligent, and according to his work, the only thing that varies from breed to breed is how obedient a dog is (how likely it is to follow an command the first time) not how smart. That varies on the individual level, not breed level.

[Anonymous No.7902174]

>>7901783
archive.moe is dead.

Where is there hosted a /sci/ archive?

[Anonymous No.7902376]

>>7901753
>I bet the best of you ran down your mother's ass at your birth

Fucking lost it

[Anonymous No.7902769]

>>7902376
It's cribbed from a Stanley Kubrick movie, anon.

[Anonymous No.7904044]

>>7901737
Fucking A man

get the fuck out of /sci/ and go back home

>>>/pol/

[Anonymous No.7904048]

>>7901755
don't do it,its a troll

[Anonymous No.7905589]

>>7901737
lel

[Anonymous No.7905614]

>>7901737
because you can find a lot more diversity across dog breeds than in human ethnicities.
Take a Chiuhaua and a German Sherperd, totally different creatures.

[Anonymous No.7905647]

>>7902174
You're as dependant as a high school student.
>what is google
>what is boards.4chan.org/sci/archive
>what is yahoo answers, quora, etc so that I get my question answered and won't need to shitpost
You post this same thread every day, there was at least 5 different ones found in the same week of thread expiration. See >>7901785

[MakeSciGreatAgain No.7905650]

>>7901737
Chapter 2
The Carpet-Bag.
I stuffed a shirt or two into my old carpet-bag, tucked
it under my arm, and started for Cape Horn and the
Pacific. Quitting the good city of old Manhatto, I duly
arrived in New Bedford. It was a Saturday night in
December. Much was I disappointed upon learning that
the little packet for Nantucket had already sailed, and that
no way of reaching that place would offer, till the
following Monday.
As most young candidates for the pains and penalties of
whaling stop at this same New Bedford, thence to embark
on their voyage, it may as well be related that I, for one,
had no idea of so doing. For my mind was made up to sail
in no other than a Nantucket craft, because there was a
fine, boisterous something about everything connected
with that famous old island, which amazingly pleased me.
Besides though New Bedford has of late been gradually
monopolising the business of whaling, and though in this
matter poor old Nantucket is now much behind her, yet
Nantucket was her great original—the Tyre of this
Carthage;—the place where the first dead American whale

[MakeSciGreatAgain No.7905653]

>>7905650
was stranded. Where else but from Nantucket did those
aboriginal whalemen, the Red-Men, first sally out in
canoes to give chase to the Leviathan? And where but
from Nantucket, too, did that first adventurous little sloop
put forth, partly laden with imported cobblestones—so
goes the story—to throw at the whales, in order to
discover when they were nigh enough to risk a harpoon
from the bowsprit?
Now having a night, a day, and still another night
following before me in New Bedford, ere I could embark
for my destined port, it became a matter of concernment
where I was to eat and sleep meanwhile. It was a very
dubious-looking, nay, a very dark and dismal night,
bitingly cold and cheerless. I knew no one in the place.
With anxious grapnels I had sounded my pocket, and only
brought up a few pieces of silver,—So, wherever you go,
Ishmael, said I to myself, as I stood in the middle of a
dreary street shouldering my bag, and comparing the
gloom towards the north with the darkness towards the
south—wherever in your wisdom you may conclude to
lodge for the night, my dear Ishmael, be sure to inquire
the price, and don’t be too particular.
With halting steps I paced the streets, and passed the
sign of ‘The Crossed Harpoons’—but it looked too

[MakeSciGreatAgain No.7905656]

>>7905653
expensive and jolly there. Further on, from the bright red
windows of the ‘Sword-Fish Inn,’ there came such fervent
rays, that it seemed to have melted the packed snow and
ice from before the house, for everywhere else the
congealed frost lay ten inches thick in a hard, asphaltic
pavement,—rather weary for me, when I struck my foot
against the flinty projections, because from hard,
remorseless service the soles of my boots were in a most
miserable plight. Too expensive and jolly, again thought I,
pausing one moment to watch the broad glare in the
street, and hear the sounds of the tinkling glasses within.
But go on, Ishmael, said I at last; don’t you hear? get away
from before the door; your patched boots are stopping the
way. So on I went. I now by instinct followed the streets
that took me waterward, for there, doubtless, were the
cheapest, if not the cheeriest inns.
Such dreary streets! blocks of blackness, not houses, on
either hand, and here and there a candle, like a candle
moving about in a tomb. At this hour of the night, of the
last day of the week, that quarter of the town proved all
but deserted. But presently I came to a smoky light
proceeding from a low, wide building, the door of which
stood invitingly open. It had a careless look, as if it were
meant for the uses of the public; so, entering, the first

[Anonymous No.7905673]

>>7901778
There might be, but good luck getting any funding to try and research the subject.