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Vilka [71]
3 years ago
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!!NEED HELP ASAP PLEASE!!

English
1 answer:
lisov135 [29]3 years ago
8 0

Answer:

Often, the presence of human beings in a wilderness area impacts the animals that live in that area. Therefore, human beings should no longer be allowed in forests.

Which logical flaw is found in this argument?

A. <u>False Causality</u>

As Mayor, my top priority will be education. My first act of office, therefore, will be to cut funding for our public schools.  

Which logical flaw is found in the argument?

C. <u>Self-Contradiction</u>

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Explanation:

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