Gefan wrote:It's almost as if certain people who are used to plotting through back channels, have not yet figured out that, in a lawsuit records can be subpoenaed and people can be deposed under oath.
Way back in the upper Cretaceous period of all this nonsense a certain someone observed that sooner or later the baboons would overreach, a civil suit would be filed over something and then all sorts of amazing stuff would come to light.
When the light is finally shone into the darker corners of baboondom all sorts of scurrying will ensue.
I'm going to re-rant a favorite theme of mine regarding These Fucking Losers™.
The reason they haven't figured that out is because it hasn't occurred to them. They are completely divested from reality in a fundamental way: They've forgotten that they are dealing with actual real, live human beings that exist as meat in three-dimensional space. Seriously, I don't mean that as a metaphor. They are in the business of typing at things as if they are playing an old text-based MMORPG. They get to go on quests for social justice, kill trolls and cast their magic spells. You can even guess the characters they imagine themselves to be: P.Z. Myers, although some sort of half-dwarf fancies himself to be Peezus, wielder of the mighty ban hammer. Rebecca Watson, the blue-haired Elven Princess whose avatar is girlish, 15 years younger and 40 lbs lighter and Ophelia Benson, the wizened Magic user who rushes into rooms like Leroy Jenkins, casting spells wildly until cornered and forced to commit suicide so she can repeat the same dumb strategy after the re-spawn. And Jen McCreight, who left the game to play Hello Kitty Island Adventure.
Oolon is slightly more advanced as he's a script kiddy doing the unfunny version of Ventrilo Harassment. And he knows exactly what he's doing, indicating he's not divested from real life, he has none to speak of.
They are suffering from the delusion that it's all just words, a game played on the internet with no real stakes.
Myers was able to pass along an anonymous, unsourced accusation against Michael Shermer, even though he's met the man, because once he sits down in front of his computer, it's all just a game. Words, battle tactics the reality of what he is doing has roughly the immediacy of smack-talk on Team-Speak.
Every one of those fuckers, from the leadership down to the most petty little minion is suffering from the same delusion. You think they rush through life with the same revolutionary fervor and reckless disregard for nicety? Fuck no. In real life which you can extrapolate from their Google Hangout discussions, they are all fat, confused, riding somewhere on the depression spectrum and generally meek and mild, well-behaved and terrified of confrontation. That's why they are doing it on the internet and can't see outside of maniacally typing at phantoms. It's how ol' Anthony K. convinced himself he was Brownian, epic rouge smart-ass.
A bunch of sad cases.
But now out comes the flood of accusation that are real, against real people, even if they deluded fucks making them and repeating them don't quite see it that way. Which means they are going to have to face consequences in the real world where they simply cannot operate.
That's where the end of all this bullshit comes. Not from talking sense to these irrational types. Not when the hypocrisy and contradictions becomes to great for even their level of crazy to manage, because that'll never happen.
No, it's the real world with real lawyers and real courts and oh-so real consequences, reality itself that drove them into the Atheism Plus virtual Jungles of Guyana that will do them on. And to grasp where they are headed you need a real-world example of how this operates.
They may destroy some people like Michael Shermer, but I very much doubt it. Then again, Jim Jones managed to kill Congressman Leo Ryan, and all that accomplished was hastening Jone's own self-inflicted bullet to the head.
Take note, P.Z. Myers.
"reality must take precedence over public relations, for Nature cannot be fooled" -- Richard P. Feynman