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.