DearYou

I hate trolls.

So, below you’ll find my final response to a particularly annoying douche. if you want to see the whole exchange, here’s the link.

“Okay.

I gave you the benefit of a thought out and measured response and once again you came back with arguments that don’t actually address the things I’ve said but rather argue against things you’ve decided I’ve said. At no point, either in my post or in my comments, have I said anything that would lead anyone to believe that I want to maintain the status quo, or submit to current definitions of democracy, government, or fairplay. You seem, however, to feel that I must be in support of these things because I don’t believe everything you believe and am therefore to be pitied and or ridiculed.

So…enough. I was going to do another line by line refutation of your nonsense, but you would just seize on the things that you want to (like your complete and utter failure to read my example of anarchy producing new governance as a metaphor, which you’d have to be blind to miss and so was clearly on purpose) and ignore that which is inconvenient to your tiny little worldview.

Here, instead, is the shortlist of claims that I have made, first in my article and then in my comments. I have made no other claims or arguments other than these. Refute them if you choose to, or don’t, but if you come back with a lengthy treatise on the virtues and vices of positions I did not take, you will henceforth be ignored as the intellectually fascistic buffoon I now believe you to be.

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You Know That Feeling? Part II: I may have killed Steve Jobs…

You know that feeling?

If you’re a sports fan (the obsessive kind, not the kind that watches baseball just to avoid people for a few hours) you’ve known that weird, prickly certainty that the success or failure of your team rides entirely on your efforts.

If you didn’t do your pre-game ritual and your team loses? Your fault.

If you didn’t cheer hard enough and your team loses? Your fault.

If you turn your head for a second to talk to someone and your team fumbles the ball/scores on themselves/spontaneously implodes? Your fault.

And you can’t possibly miss a game. Then they’ll definitely lose. And who will they blame? You; the only logical culprit.

It’s an odd feeling; the notion of guilt for something you have absolutely no possible connection to. But no true fan of sport would fail to understand it.

I’m a fan of technology.

Yesterday I traded in my iPad for an Asus Transformer. 

And then Steve Jobs died.

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