Facing the Music

Swallowing the Grenade

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.

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Countdown to Ecstasy

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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

Girlyban Gasbaggers

Attack of the American Girlyban

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Girlyban Scrapbook

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Dear Atheism Plus

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Marginalizing Misfits

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Straining for Credibility

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Girlyban Bingo

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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.

Straining For Credibility


The wobbly thinking women of Atheismplus have truly found their niche.

All the Skepchicks in their master’s chamber (at 4a.m.), still can’t kill the beast:

So she called to the Captain, “Please bring me some whine.”

He said, “We haven’t had that spirit here until you lost your minds”

And still those voices are carrying him far away.
Wakes him up in the middle of the night,
Just so they can bray:

Welcome to the Hotel Carborundum!
We’re livin’ it up at Hotel Carborundum
Are you so surprised that we tell such lies
Bashing all the guys?

Hi friends! Excuse me, but I need a moment to turn down my MPscree player so you can hear me speak a bit more clearly. OK, let’s roll.

I watched in awe and disgust at the first act in the #Atheismplus comic tragedy, the one that began over a simple cup of coffee in a faraway land not that long ago.  The stagecraft lacked direction and the subject matter was so obtuse that many in the audience could not engage in the “suspension of disbelief” necessary to enjoy such poppycock. Shorty thereafter, when a prominent foreign critic had the temerity to weigh in on the wastrel’s imagined woes, things really started to get interesting.

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The stage for act two is now set with the lead actress secured for the sequel. The setting remains the same. Picture a lonely Irish hotel on some godforsaken sea-battered crag of land. A Dublin hotel that, not coincidentally, contains a well stocked bar within stumbling distance of the guest-room elevators. Curtain rises soon. Veteran stage critic Justin Vacula (@JustinVacula) has been tasked with the dreary assignment of witness and documentarian to the vodka-fueled banalities that the blue-haired bobble-headed bimbo is expected to bring to the fore.

In the meantime, we’ll all just have to amuse ourselves with the shit-slinging monkey that Ophelia Benson has become. Not that she is ANY different, or even marginally better at the task than her blue haired (or similarly bearded) contemporaries. One trained seal bounces a ball off it’s nose while the other one claps wildly.  Seen that movie too.

One thing is for sure. I missed a huge opportunity to make a name for myself in blogging by not focusing on the single topic most important to their audience, continual whine (not that I’d want them as followers, but just for the sake of argument). If only I’d had the foresight to focus more on the people who troll me and post negative things about me I could be infamous too! Believe it or not, cuddly as I am, there are a LOT of trolls and Timhaters out there to pick from.

It would have required some sacrifice and commitment to be sure. I would have had to spend countless hours winding through the catacombs, Googling myself for haters and then cutting and pasting all those together into semi-coherent web-posts. I’d have had to shift my focus off stuff that REALLY matters but that seems a small price when the payoff would have been much more Me, Me, Me.

On the subject of ME, I am an expert.

I could go on all day long just telling you about me, my wife’s terminal cancer, my son’s upcoming open heart surgery or the troubles my old dog Lizzy has shitting out all the cookies Granda feeds her, but as it so happens, me and @Mykeru have some mirrors that need attaching to my ceiling, so the other stuff will have to wait.

Enjoy.

Marginalizing Misfits

 The Bukkake Factory is suing her for trademark violations.


The Bukkake Factory is suing her for trademark violations.

Rebecca Watson, always eager to root out every acorn in the woods concerning anything even tangentially offensive to her delicate sensibilities is (still?) clueless to the mission and goals of The Richard Dawkins Foundation! Becky must avoid looking for information on Richard Dawkins like Kirk Cameron avoids Googling “banana”. She recently stated:

“Regardless of what RDF does for science (and I’m not sure what that is, exactly, though I do know that they donate substantial amounts of money to other organizations that actually do things)”

That is gobsmackingly incurious on her part, considering the magnitude of historical events and given her obvious lust to retain “privileged focus” with the serious rationalist media. Playing(?) dumb works well with her #atheismplus cohorts because they are 99% feminist and only 1% rationalist.

Like any respectable cult leader she is in the position of having to gin up enough dog whistle code to keep her disciples smiling without looking too much like a Pentecostalist tongue-babbler to the diversified (educated) majority of rational skeptics. You need better PR control than Scientology if you want to hide the steady stream of “crazy” coming from Watson these days, and all the banning and blocking in the world ain’t gonna save her. The scam is coming unglued. It certainly isn’t working for her anymore. She is young. She lacks proper perspective. No formal math or science education. The deleterious effects of binge drinking are a real ‘mutha??? People notice….

I was always as underwhelmed by her intellect as I was suspect of her motives and veracity, but even George Bush had heard about “the Google”. Looks like Becky is now gunning for Ken Ham status in the Academy of Intentionally Ignorant Asshats. Maybe she got pointers from PZ Myers? He took a trip down to see Ken Ham and rode his plastic dinosaurs awhile back. Maybe she was there with him riding something too? I dunno. I stay home and Google.

I’ll spare Becky the heavy journalistic work since I know how painful a hangover can be.

Richard Dawkins Foundation

Our mission is to support scientific education, critical thinking and evidence-based understanding of the natural world in the quest to overcome religious fundamentalism, superstition, intolerance and human suffering.

http://www.richarddawkins.net/events

Richard Dawkins has a voluminous selection of past presentations that are easily available on YouTube, You can see him speak in person at various upcoming atheist and science events. He is scheduled to,speak at a conference involving medical advances made through the use of evolutionary applications. He’s written a ton of best selling books debunking religion and supporting scientific methodology in support of his work in evolutionary biology, but then books and beer don’t mix so I guess Becky hasn’t read them.

There’s more backstabbing of RDF in her online screed against Dawkins, even as PZ Myers himself called for reason. She wasn’t having any of that tainted old white guy perspective privilege. It was heartwarming to see the King and Queen squabble so openly in public! My regards to PZ for the thinning of his harem, and in his honor:

I nominate “Nailing a cracker” as a synonym for “CONSENSUAL sex with a Skepchick” in the Idioms of New Atheism handbook.

I get my inspiration from the great men of science and skepticism that Rebecca Watson hates on. Where does she get her inspiration?

Enjoy.

Atheism Plus

This video sums up the Skepchick, American Girlyban, Atheist+, FTBullies about as well as I have ever seen.  Thanks to an email digest from Twitter for pointing it out to me.

Enjoy.