The Lout

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I reminded this guy of how stupid his argument was, but he didn't take heed, so I elucidated my logic for calling him "stupid" in the follow-up post below:

"In the same way I don't understand enough math to criticize Einstein's theory of general relativity, you don't understand enough about astrology to criticize anybody you stupid lout."

It seems a waste of time to wait for a defensive answer. When a person claims to state their views with authority, and they have none, then they gotta problem with statecraft (the craft of making statements, and surviving having done that). If you are ready to lay siege to my own claim to authority in this arena, there is no blame in that, but my guns are cocked and loaded with aforesight.

Sometime I love baiting fools. I have the experience of having been fooled and baited by scores of charismatics. I see the sa-me fool these charismatics saw in me when they taught me another lesson on just how gullible I am can be.

I don't know if I am was necessarily more gullible after puberty when it first became consciously aware that my me was a somebody in-any-way-at-all that the charismatics could fool. I kept looking around to see if they were trying to fool somebody else, when in truth, "they won't nobody hyah but us chickens."

Currently, I try to be a passerby in the Thomasinean sense more often than not. The effort is to let life's temptations pass me by without being duped about what's at the bottom of the barrel. The lengthy learning curve for deliberately being more cautious seemed to take forever. It seems to help that I was born with a natural gift for feigning insanity and other socially abhorrent attributes.

It was so difficult to realize and accept that dissembling was a legitimate strategy of retreat, and not necessarily an all out fight-or-flight for life at any cost. I've engaged in these struggles for my life with no holds barred with more glee than I should have felt if I were a wise person. How else would I know what temporarily conquering my own all-consuming fear is like?

I've read and heard time after time the statement that God hates a vacuum. If such is so, then I don't think God would let me go through any one lifetime missing the state of cowardice without facilitating an experience that consumed me with a deathly fear of the most debilitating kind.

I am is not persuaded that what it acts like what God is would hesitate or resist the impulse to set my me up for the fall if that was part of it's plan for I am. Although, the facticity of me taking a tumble for God's sake appears to be a constant in our one-sided "relationship". I am is always the last to gnow wot it already always knew. It only ex-IS-ts for-itself as me, and dictates that I should have no other god. I am is doesn't "do" Gods no more than some maids do windows. It leaves that up to me.

If it is true that I am is creates it's own gods, then I have to admit it composes some doozies. There is a world of hurt to be had from assuming that it's just my imagination. Okay, maybe it is I am's imaginator working overtime, but it has dire consequences for me. I am hardly ever thinks of me when it get on a juggernaut to be a psychonaut. It's gonna be the death of me. Regicide? "If you meet the Buddha on the road, kill 'im!"?

Nearly everyday now I am reminded of the lesson taught in the oracles about the futility and danger of making claims that you are something you're not or that you can do something you can't. When I was a kid I needed no lesson more than bragging and over-exaggerating my talents and abilities. What made it seem worse was that what I had that was good to go was enough for just about anybody. I had to stop lying. For me, that's even harder to do than to stop smoking tobacco. The problems I have with lying is exacerbated by profoundly realizing there is no irrefutable truth to serve as a model of polarity.

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