What interesting responses I have elicited! I think I like
Burning Zeppelin’s the best, because he was spot on:
BZ wrote:
Lord J, you know you'll be back. I also "quit" the Compendium, and now I post more then ever.
Indeed, here I am! I’m not back for good, mind you. I only came back for the Atheism thread and then got distracted into this one as well. But I’ll take my leave soon enough, and indeed I have three limbs out the door already. The only thing keeping that last foot in this place is a suggestion from my passions that it is easy enough to leave a place with no commitments, but altogether harder to leave in the midst of a live discussion. I should have known better than to ponder about the four of you, because surely I was guaranteed to get a response.
To
Thought, who wrote:
Of course, the truly interesting thing is that your own analysis of us in the debate reveals something of your own character.
Yes, it does. Too bad you haven’t got the recklessness to offer your own interpretation of what that might be, because it would be very interesting. I was, apparently, correct about your age. You have doubtlessly encountered all kinds of people in your travels, and surely you have an opinion about me, even if you aren’t brazen enough to share it. Too bad; my loss.
Firstly, no, none of you disembowled (Krispin). His arguments stood fast.
You mean they stood fast for
you. You show strange judgment, Thought. I smell bias.
That’s one characteristic in which we diverge.
Honesty. I know how to tell a good argument from a bad one, regardless of which side of the debate it comes from. ZeaLitY’s arguments in the Atheism topic were bad. I admit this even though he is on my side and his conclusions are noble. His reasoning, where he bothers to explain it at all, is simply poor and aggressive. Radical Dreamer’s arguments were good, but very narrow and thus of limited use.
Your own arguments were good, but not great, which is disappointing because your style is delicious. Krispin’s were horrible; I don’t see how you can
honestly suggest that they stood fast.
My arguments were okay. I know I made straight work of explaining why faith is inherently unreasonable. Better still, I think I did excellent work on the defense of an atheistic stance against specific divine claims. There may well be fault to be found in it, but I don’t expect anyone here to be able to work at that level of analysis. However, for all my pride thus far, much of the rest of my post was merely okay and is certainly vulnerable to attack. I am particularly unsatisfied with the section I wrote discrediting Christianity on the merits. As a student of history myself, I will be the first to admit that there is more history out there than I can easily survey, let alone master. If you have truly devoted your many years to the pursuit of history, you can probably beat me—or at least stymie me pending further research—in my criticisms of institutional Christianity during the Middle Ages.
In comparison to me, you have not demonstrated a single concession for anything your opponents have written, which, again, is strange judgment, because Radical Dreamer and I have both made some very strong points.
However, you said one thing that, though totally off topic from the discussion, I feel I should address. That I could be in my 20s or 60s (ye darn kids, always gettin' on my intellectual lawn!) but visit a "forum of mostly teenagers." I address this because I remember the rage that such a comment would have created in me if I were younger and if the comment were directed a little differently.
You’re right. As I as writing the paragraph about Zeppy, I remember thinking how much I would have resented it if, at that age, older people had dismissed me on accounts of my age. I almost wrote that into the paragraph, to show him that I sympathize with his position because I was there myself once. So your observation is well-taken.
Still, in the bustle of your response, I notice you declined to offer your real age. I can only guess that it embarrasses you, or else I think you would have freely and perhaps even proudly offered it up, if for no other reason than to defuse the subject and get back to the topic at hand. I’m willing to go out on a limb and guess that you are north of 34 and south of 70, but I can’t do any better than that.
I, myself, am a precocious little brat of 25.
Oh, and if you should decide to indulge me, let’s also have your credit card number and billing information. =)
How should I react to your analysis of myself, then? You are too generous by a good deal and slightly insidious.
Insidious, eh? No, I’m pretty straightforward about what I want.
Chrono Trigger itself—have you played that?—has a few remarks that sum up large swaths of my philosophy. Go check out
my poll on the Poll board about Chrono Trigger quotes to see a few of my favorites. (They aren’t all my favorites, but, if you do know a little about me, you will be comfortable picking them out.)
As for you…I was right about you, wasn’t I? “Too generous” indeed. You’re too modest.
You are too kind to ZeaLitY, far too harsh (and rude) on Krispin (though it does make me wonder why you are underestimating him to such a degree), too interesting about Zepplin (there is history there and my love of history makes me curious to it and indeed the general history of the society this forum represents).
I would enjoy your explanation as to why you drew those conclusions.
One final request: Fix your formatting!
The Miserable
Krispin wrote:
Lord J, can't you do ANYTHING but ad hominem?
Sure. I also do bar mitzvahs.
Since I am being contemplative in this thread, maybe I should explain for the rest of you, once and for all, why I so seriously dislike this guy:
Mr. Krispin has a storied tradition of accusing me of ad hominem. The thing is, he’s half right. I do use personal attacks, sometimes, in my writing. Not always, of course, and never without the company of a substantive argument…but I do use them. What he doesn’t understand is that I only use them where they work: I attack tactically, not rhetorically. Just look at how whipped up Krispin has become, every single time I have posted at the Compendium over the past several weeks. It makes him look ridiculous. This is a studied tactic that I have learned from observing human interaction, and from having had a few “interactions” of my own, earlier in life: Use the enemy’s own energy against them.
Why do I do it? I do it because I loathe intellectual dishonesty, particularly at the hands of an intellectual. I will explain that in greater detail later, because it is the core of my problem with the guy, but for now I must confess that it brings me a good amount of pleasure to see an odious character like Krispin suffer a deep emotional toll for committing his many intellectual profanities in my presence. He would do so much better for himself to simply ignore me outright, because when he reads me he obviously cannot help himself from going into conniptions. But the weak do strive to be weaker.
Krispin is also half-wrong, though. Something I have noticed from him over the years is that he
projects, in the psychological sense, his own problems and behaviors onto others.
When Krispin accuses me of making personal attacks, it usually isn’t because of anything I wrote. It is because he is about to make a personal attack of his own. This is the man whose main line of defense against my arguments, on whatever the subject, is that I am a pseudo-intellectual rhetorician, incompetent and incapable of winning arguments on merit. He often compares me to Hitler and Stalin, with a straight face. He calls me a fundamentalist, even though my native stance of skepticism is antithetical to the very notion. He says my posts are not even worth his time to read, yet he always manages to read them anyway and, of course, condemn them brutally. Amid all those personal attacks, he never—
never—answers the substance of my arguments. He simply dismisses them summarily, and then suggests that the substance never existed to begin with…even though it is still right there on the screen for everybody to see. He lives in a world of hatred, and projects this onto those who challenge him.
Do you know why I call him just “Krispin” and not “Daniel Krispin”? It is because I once asked him to call me Josh, in a gesture of respect to him, and instead he settled on “Lord J,” meaning an insult by it. Nowadays he doesn’t even bother with the J; he just calls me “The Lord,” an obvious mockery. He goes out of his way to put me down, with personal attack after personal attack. And the punchline? He accuses
me of ad hominem!
The wise ones say we should listen to our enemies, and goodness knows I tried listening to him for a long time. Even today I still answer his principal arguments, but I have given up on taking him seriously or connecting with him personally.
Krispin projects compulsively. I don’t think he can help it, and it isn’t limited to personal attacks directly.
He describes me in terms that imply I am closed-minded. He, the man who never bothers to mount a counterargument. The man who simply declares victory rather than earning it. During my time here I have always gone to the trouble of refuting his claims comprehensively. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t even bother with the pretense of caring anymore, because I have proven myself to be persistent. Closed-minded? Me? Good grief, he could not have picked a worse line of attack! Open-mindedness is the single greatest virtue in my entire philosophy, so to be accused of practicing the very opposite, by a closed-minded dunce no less, is shameless of him. I may be forceful in those opinions that I care to defend, but my entire life is built upon the love of questions.
I don’t yet know why, but I am a serious threat to Krispin’s worldview. It is his own antipathy for me that causes my speculation about his personal demons—which brings me to yet another instance of projection on his part: In this very thread, when I suggested that he had personal problems, what was his response? To assert that his life is great, beer, cigars, and all, and that in fact I am the one with the problems. Just look at what he wrote:
Indeed, I can account for your attempts as nothing else. You claim me for miserable only for that you cannot fathom me. Deign to understand me as you wish, but there is not a whit of depression or misery in me, and even amidst my darkest hours, which indeed each life can at time possess, I bear myself in a tragic mode which demands resolve and determination... and if I be melodramatic, that is for the entertainment of my own spirit. Do you mistake that for misery? For it is said truly, my Lord, that none who hates life, none who is miserable, can be truly tragic. And for that I think heroically, and moreover haven't a whit of care for if you think me happy or unhappy, how can I be miserable? Indeed, my Lord, it is often the surest sign of a person's own fears, doubts, and state, that they attack others with the same that besets them. Each and all that read what you say know very surely you to be uncertain, and you unhappy. For only an unhappy man would storm as you do, and draw such fiery lines, and make petty attempts to attack his opponent's persona. A persona, I must add, that you attempt to read far too much into. Know this for truth: that I am who I show myself to be, neither more arrogant nor more humble; more reserved or more fiery. Anyone can see precisely who I am in what I write without disguise. You look for depth that simply isn't there.
I’m sure he believes that himself, but what do you think? I think I hit a nerve. And do you know how I think that, since I don’t have access to his mind? Because, in fact, I do have access. When we write, we reveal the contents of our character for all to see. Not even I could conceal myself completely behind a persona, even if I dared to try. Krispin himself has explained his personal problems, at various points during his tenure on the Compendium, to me and others, and I do not forget, because this knowledge has done so much to help me understand where he is coming from, and that sort of thing is important to me.
As for myself, I’ll tell you my worst problems, straight from the horse’s mouth: I am slothful and a perfectionist, which means my ambitions outstrip my dedication. Everybody should be so fortunate to have no greater troubles in their life than those.
It might sound like a joke at this point: Josh says “You!” Krispin says, “No, you!” Josh says, “No, really, you!” And anyone who doesn’t bother to scrutinize these words in greater detail will be left to conclude that we’re both crazy. But I point all of this out for two good reasons: One, because I have turned this into a psychology thread, and Krispin is enough of a case to fit on the
Bob Newhart Show. He brings it upon himself, and frankly he deserves the worst.
But why does he deserve the worst? That brings me to my second reason for this little exposition: It is very frustrating to encounter someone like Krispin, who is obviously smart and wears all the garb of one who lives for the pursuits of high intellect, but who, underneath this beautiful raiment, is a traitor to the virtues I hold most dear.
If you loved soccer, and a good player on your favorite team were exposed as a serial cheater, how would that make you feel? Disappointed, yes? It is an even greater disappointment than it would be, because you cared so much in the first place.
An intellectual should be open-minded, honest, critical, curious, thoughtful and disciplined. Krispin is none of those things, and that seriously disturbs me, because on the outside he looks like the spitting image of a philosopher king. For one so immersed in literature and the study of golden Greece, and thus so studied and articulate a man, Krispin is among the most uncritical, incurious, dishonest, egotistical, and closed-minded fools I have ever seen. And I admit this vexes me, because, like I said, on the outside I perceive a kindred spirit. My emotion tells me that he is someone who went badly wrong. Again, everything I have written in this thread is an opinion, just as I disclaimed in my previous post, but I would never cast aspersions without some confidence in what I say.
He is almost,
almost, the sort of person to whom I could be a wonderfully close friend, because we share a lot in common. I remember my own excitement when I studied formal philosophy for the first time. I remember my love of Tolkien, and I admire his ability to reproduce that style so well. I can’t do that, not yet! By all outward appearances, he and I should be at the center of the strongest alliance this Compendium has ever known.
But his spirit, his center, is completely rotten. And every so often he will come to the Compendium and post these horrible ideas, hatefully, spitefully, and, at some level, he must expect that he is going to get away with it. It is a perversion of intellectualism. He lives in his own world, the very epitome of insularity. He disregards challenges and rebuttals. His ways are a personal insult to anyone like me who treasures the pursuits of the mind, because he is no mere anti-intellectual or petty idiot. He is a great person gone greatly astray. And the clincher is, he is smart enough to fool most. Even Thought, apparently, has some affection for this traitor of an intellectual, this cerebral scab, this man for no season.
I have had great arguments in my lifetime. In a great argument, victory and defeat become meaningless; the presence of beautiful ideas seizes all passion, humbles all ego. I know what a beautiful argument is like. Not only have I never had one on the Compendium, but Krispin in particular has given me the very opposite kind of argument, the argument which is a chore and not a joy to make, the argument against one who has no intention of considering new possibilities, wishing only to achieve validation.
You will all meet people like Daniel Krispin in your lifetime, people who are so similar to you, and who share some of your deepest interests, yet who went very wrong inside. When you meet such people, then you will understand my effort here.