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Friday, August 14th, 2009

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1:22a
Flash Crowd! Part Two
Well, I just spent upward of six hours going though the responses left by the friendly trolls, trying to separate the ones I can answer from the ones I cannot, and I the task is beyond me: the trolls were just too numerous.

What I regret as that buried in all that noisome putrefaction, about every fifty or hundred comments or so, was a good comment, one that I either wanted to answer, or one that forced me to change my mind on one of the points brought up.

So, whoever you are out there, you know who you are. Even if I disagree with you, or even if I hurt your feelings, I respect you and I wanted to answer. The mob does not allow for it.

For about four of those hours, I was trying to write personal notes to the people who were actually trying to correct me, or ask me a real question. Too many. Livejournal (I discovered only tonight) has an upper limit for the number of messages sent. If I did not answer, I am sorry.

One thing I did discover, however, wading through the muck, is that this flash crowd was stirred up by the same folks that spent all yesterday telling my wife she was a racist because -- wait for it -- she does not approve of racism.

There is logic for you.

Being both idle and malicious, one or two was enterprising enough to go through her friends lists, and hunt around for other material to scorn. Well, they found an old post of mine where I was complaining (in intemperate language) about the spinelessness of Sci-Fi channel bowing to political correctness. Not content to flame me there, the busy busybodies spent time sending links out to places here and there on the net, trying to generate some artificial outrage.

It was the same folks. Too bad, because I thought my wife and the other lady had settled the argument, and the Mrs. apologized.

Collapse )To those of you who said it was unchristian of me, or an embarrassment to the Catholic Church, to be so filled with pride and scorn -- well, I admit you have a point, and quite a telling one at that. While I do not think anyone making the comment paid close enough attention to correctly identify what I actually said or thought, no matter. The pride is clearly there, and it is also clearly the chief of sins. I will make what amends and correction I may, albeit God alone knows how.

There was one commenter whose feelings I actually hurt. His mother is a homosexual, and he was rightfully offended at the language I used to describe homosexuality. Him I apologized to privately, but I would also like to do it publicly. It is hard to tell, just from reading words, when people are being sincere, and when they are not, but I thought this one guy was sincere, and that most of the rest of you were engaged in rhetoric.

To him, wherever he is, I am sorry. I regret my words, and I regret my thoughtlessness. Please forgive me.

The rest of you, there are a few people who asked intelligent questions, or raised pertinent points. To you I owe an intelligent answer. I cannot answer each one: I tried. I hope you will be satisfied if I write a general answer at some future point.

To the trolls, my religion, which you despise, forbids me to despise you as you deserve. To you I extend the olive branch, not in any hope that it will be accepted, but so that a judge whom I fear will note on a day of judgment that I have done so. Let there be peace between us: you need never buy my books again, and I will seek not to offend you again.
10:01a
What I am afriad of
Someone asked me why I offered an apologetic olive branch to my enemies if I still thought I was in the right. Good question. I think it deserves a clear answer. It is also a long answer, so bear with me.

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Another guy called me a coward for shutting off the troll sewer. No doubt it is cowardly to close my window because of the noise of the drunks in the street shouting at my house.

I wish I were more of a coward. Let me tell you what I fear. Let me tell you what I wished I feared more.

What if the time comes and I stand before the Judgment Seat, and the Lord says He approves of the roaring leftwing homosexual lobby after all. He fashioned homosexuals for a specific reason, and put them on Earth, and the Left turn out to be righteous when they pressure the Sci-Fi channel to have more GLBT balance in their shows. It turns out to be Part of the Divine Plan.

Just suppose. What am I to say then? "Lord, I was trying to do Thy will!"?

He might very well say back to me: "Depart from me. I never knew you."

So I had damn well better offer these people, enemies or not, the olive branch, and quickly. They will not accept it, if I am any judge of character: indeed, they will take it as a sign of weakness and redouble their efforts. But that is not my concern and not the orders I was given.

Fortunately, I was given written orders. Let me see if I can find the writing.

"Therefore if thou bring thy gift to the altar, and there rememberest that thy brother hath ought against thee; leave there thy gift before the altar, and go thy way; first be reconciled to thy brother, and then come and offer thy gift."

It does not say I have to change my mind or adopt their freakish PC mode of speaking. It does not say I have to apologize when I am not at fault. It says if my brethren has aught against me -- and these trolls clearly do, and they are clearly my brothers -- I have to seek reconciliation, and immediately.

How does one reconcile oneself with a flash crowd of insincere and malign trolls? That I do not know. I can publicly make the offer.

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Just yesterday someone was telling me my religion is based on wish fulfillment. Would that it were. It is not my wish that my pride and arrogance be broken in public, so that I can begin to assume the meekness needed for civilized life, not to mention Christian life.

Just today someone was telling me he hoped I would soon "get over" my faith, because of the deleterious effects of its "memes." Those of you know in the service know what it is like to be under orders, subject to authority, and given boring or annoying duties. There may be good reason for it, but it's not something you do because you have not yet "gotten over " a "meme."

11:44a
What I am afraid of -- Part Deux
I just got off the phone with a friend of mine. He told me that when I get to heaven, I am going to meet Jeremiah the prophet, who was stoned to death, John the Baptist carrying his head in a charger, and St. Stephen with arrows still sticking out of him. Each one is carrying a palm leaf in his hand.

John the Baptist is going to roll his eyes up and look at me.

John the Baptist: "Internet trolls, huhn? So people made fun of you?"

Me: "Well, I feel I was on a mission from God."

St. Stephen (his face like an angel): "Like the Blues Brothers, right?"

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2:02p
Now they are slandering my Wikipedia page
They also hit my Wikipedia page. While vandal comments about "bigot" and "homophobe" were pulled by the staff for all the right reasons, the link to the OP remains on the grounds that "A person's political and social views are always relevant when properly sourced."

I am naturally reluctant to delete the post. I got grief merely for turning off the comments, which some people for some reason think was an odd thing to do. Any suggestions?
2:12p
A quote
Someone sent me this quote. Note the source:

"It is deplorable that homosexual persons have been and are the object of violent malice in speech or in action. Such treatment deserves condemnation from the Church's pastors wherever it occurs. It reveals a kind of disregard for others which endangers the most fundamental principles of a healthy society. The intrinsic dignity of each person must always be respected in word, in action and in law."

- "On The Pastoral Care Of Homosexual Persons", by the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith

My comment: Your point has stuck home. I concede. Ouch.

My mother, the Catholic Church. Of course I had to pick one of the tougher denominations to live up to. Jesus help me.

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