I Have an Admirer - Yes, for Real!
So, my fellow workers in the vineyard: on with the story. Two or three days ago, I did something very unusual (for me). I left a comment on a feminist blog—the blog in question being Julian's. And why did I do this? Well, it was like an impulse buy at the checkout line, but in this case I was "checking out" his blog when the impulse struck. I do get those impulses occasionally.
I nonchalantly reckoned the comment would never see the light of day. Well, it looks like I reckoned wrong. It appeared indeed, but in a quite unexpected and spectacular manner. You see, Julian has done me the right singular honor of devoting an entire blog post to . . . . ME!! That is exactly how much admiration I have kindled in Julian's heart; he must reckon that I am a mighty grand figure indeed, in the grand scheme of things! I mean, he could have just deleted my comment and forgotten all about it—but no! Julian's. . admiration got the better of him! It seems the poor boy simply could not control himself!
Okay, now let's get serious. I say that he couldn't control himself, and seeing what he posted on his blog, you would almost certainly agree that he was "out of control". The post consisted chiefly of vitriolic personal attacks with no evident foundation or justification of any kind—unless you count as justification his links to my two blogs, which to him appear self-evidentially inculpative. But then, I must protest that he has a tin ear for the nuances.
Vitriol was ingredient number one—and proportionately, the greater. Ingredient number two was shoddily constructed argumention. But Julian doesn't give a rip about any of that, because he is "preaching to the choir", meaning that he blogs for the approving gaze of his radical leftwing peer group who can be depended on to share certain reflex emotions, and to cut him whatever slack he needs.
Julian's unreal onslaught depends almost entirely upon emotional shock and awe — a technique that radical feminists have honed and perfected to a fine art for many years. Nazi and Stalinist police interrogators were also adept at this. So. . . am I a bully? Only if you are, Julian! ;)
Anyhoo, in this case shock and awe failed, since I am neither shocked nor awed. Can't you tell? For example, Julian calls me an "anti-feminist asshole". Well, I will gladly acknowledge the anti-feminist part even though, oddly, he makes it sound like a bad thing! As for the "asshole" part, well. . . that is merely his opinion. And as you know (erm), we all have one of those, right?
Apart from shock and awe, Julian has flooded me with something I call the five-hundred gallon treatment. This technique also is a classic feminist debating trick, and it operates on the principle that five-hundred gallons is TOO MUCH! There is no way in hell you can drink it all! Nor would I attempt this in the present case, especially considering that most of it is bilgewater! Julian no doubt feels that his arguments are devastatingly trenchant; the problem is, I disagree. I can see a shitload of things wrong with those arguments, and. . . . I honestly don't have time to fuck with it; life is too short. And in a larger sense, NONE of us have time for this: that is the critical lesson that we non-feminists, counter-feminists, MRAs and so on, must all take to heart and practice diligently until it becomes second nature! Arguing with fanatics and 'true-believers' is a one way ticket down a bottomless rat hole!
I send you now to my handy little primer of feminist debating tactics, posted elsewhere on the blog, where 'five-hundred gallon treatment' is explained along with a few other things, some of which you might see to be germane to the present case:
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So. . . Julian also attempts "guilt by association" because I allegedly "pal around with" (i.e. socially interact with) certain unclearly specified persons whom he deems to be "misogynistic, uberprivileged hetboys" and the like. Again, we all have opinions. . . don't we? Certainly, Julian and his peer group do! But for the record, I have hob-nobbed and 'chewed the fat' with a great variety of people in my day — including people not unlike Julian himself — and never once did I seek any permission from anybody, anywhere, any way, at any time, prior to doing so. So to be wholesomely frank about this, Julian can piss off! I will have a conversation with ANY human being on planet earth with whom I feel so-inclined, as often as I feel so-inclined, and for as long as I feel so-inclined, and with as much appearance of affability or any other emotion as it jolly well pleases me to manifest! Finito!!
Oh hey, I almost forgot: Here is the link to the post on Julian's blog which I am talking about. And I would kindly ask my onside readers one small favor: do NOT leave comments over there. Okay? Comment here to your heart's content, however.