Facing the Music

Being a prominent critic of PZ Myer’s isn’t all roses and daffodils.  There’s the associated turmoil of being slandered, mocked and marginalized by the corpulent trained seals in PZ’s traveling circus show.

I’m running with the circus seal analogy today because that’s what naturally springs to my mind when I imagine all the misshapen #atheismplus girls in sundresses feeding PZ Myers grapes and wiping the resultant spittle off his beard.

Some folks wonder why I brave the hoary mobs of PZ’s minion.  To quote the acclaimed ex-FTB author Al Stefanelli,

For one, I am fucking retired. Retired, meaning I don’t blog for money, don’t write for money and I don’t go on speaking gigs. Additionally, I know I am none of these things they call me and the people in my life that matter to me also know it. Their rants, accusations and attacks against me, as well as their willful ignorance and persistent desire to take my sporadic and occasional writing completely out of context have no bearing on my personal happiness. It’s Game On.

Game On

I just took the time to check in over at PZ’s website, aka the No-Tell Motel in Morris, and the post with the anonymous serial rape charges against Michael Shermer is still up.  PZ has frozen the comments at just over 4000 while simultaneously mentioning the anticipated (subsequently delivered and now fully broached) Shermer legal action.

Now we sit back and wait.  Maybe @mykeru will start a reverse countdown clock for us to watch while we wait for an army of Brooks Brothers lawyers to swarm Morris?  He’s been pretty reliable and manages to post way more content than most of the people on the BlockBot list who have to simultaneously manage to write and send all those threatening emails to Rebecca Watson (in order to maintain his special gravitas).

Unfinished Business

I never did find that microwave popcorn I went hunting for the other day here in Germany.  The stuff that I did manage to locate was a variation that included a sweetener for a sugar flavored popcorn experience.  I just want salt and maybe some well imagined artificial butter flavoring.  Worst part is that I could have picked it up over in Holland the other day if I hadn’t forgotten after leaving my favorite “coffee shop”.  I told you at the start, it isn’t all roses and daffodils.

Edited to add (I am not making this up): WordPress auto-suggested the tags “circus seal” and “Rebecca Watson”.  So much win.

Enjoy.

Countdown to Ecstasy

In the frenzied perimeter surrounding ground zero in Morris Minnesota (Outside the Dome), speculation on the PZ Myers-Michael Shermer bout, (The Fumble in The Jungle) is all the “news” there is right now,   Over at PZ’s site, he’s gone incommunicado.  He’s busy peddling his new book, The Unhinged Happy Atheist, and is also distracted by having to pick all the chunks of “cease and desist” out of his beard that #flirty (drunken) rapist Michael Shermer spewed all over it.

All we can know for sure is that today is the “drop dead” day cited by Mr. Shermer’s legal counsel to retract the original post and delete the accompanying 26,378 (guesstimate) negative libelous comments accumulated to date .  On top of all that, there’s the expected formal apology requirement that I noted in yesterdays post.

Of all the anticipated cooperative dispensations demanded, my favorite is the one that requires PZ Myers is to immediately start swinging off Mr. Shermer’s balls like a trapeze monkey at a sideshow carnival.  In other words, something that PZ is already fully qualified to accomplish.

In the meantime, some guy (@mykeru) living in his mom’s basement cramped attic has gone though all the trouble of constructing a PZ Countdown Clock that is ticking off the remaining time before PZ Myers is in full violation of the cease and desist order.  It’s showing around twelve hours remaining at the time of this post.  In the interest of stretching my Shameful Non Self Promotion out a bit longer than it took Rebecca Watson to deflate a horny apparition in an Irish elevator AND as an electronic reach-around to all the other guys trapped in their mom’s basement attic, here is the link to the countdown clock.

Links to all my previous American Girlyban goodness (click pix to open) for you to read while keeping one eye firmly glued to the countdown clock:

Gasbaggers of the American Girlyban

Attack of the American Girlyban

Girlyban Scrapbook

Dear Atheism Plus

Marginalizing Misfits

Tater Twits

Straining for Credibility

Girlyban Bingo

As always, those without mice support will miss roll-over popup hovers, the atheist “easter eggs” I like to include on hyperlinks and pix.

Edited to credit @Mykeru for wankery above and beyond the call of duty.

Enjoy.