You’ve been active in exactly the same post comments as I have been, I’ve seen you everywhere this week and I find it difficult not to mock you because you make it so goddamn fun.
Have you entertained the humbling possibility you’re just being out-classed and that’s making you uncomfortable?
This is exactly the ‘performative debatelord’ behavior I’m talking about. It would be one thing if we were having a disagreement we were working through, but you treat it like it’s boxing match. I’m under no obligation to speak with you, let alone enter into some strange sparring match where positions are just weapons to wield against an opponent that you pick up and put down when it’s convenient. Even your use of the word ‘yield’ is reflective of this weird adversarial behavior that is hard not to regard as incredibly adolescent and worthy of scorn.
Ok, Formal Frank is going back to bed now, here comes Silly Willy. I’m turning my meme-mode setting back on, just as a fair warning that any further attempts at defeating me in the marketplace of ideas will be met with unrelenting mockery.
I feel I’ve done nothing of the sort. I’m entirely supportive of engaging in the mutual pursuit of truth, but when my opposition first engages in bad faith arguments, deflections, fallacies, then snarky adolescent memes followed by personal attacks then you open the door to me responding however I wish. It’s not my fault you lack the capacity to discuss formally and maturely.
If you go back to the beginning you’ll find you engaged in these downward-spiraling antics first.
In other words you’re holding me to a higher standard then you hold yourself. Embrace some humility and learn from your mistakes.
You’ve been active in exactly the same post comments as I have been, I’ve seen you everywhere this week and I find it difficult not to mock you because you make it so goddamn fun.
This is exactly the ‘performative debatelord’ behavior I’m talking about. It would be one thing if we were having a disagreement we were working through, but you treat it like it’s boxing match. I’m under no obligation to speak with you, let alone enter into some strange sparring match where positions are just weapons to wield against an opponent that you pick up and put down when it’s convenient. Even your use of the word ‘yield’ is reflective of this weird adversarial behavior that is hard not to regard as incredibly adolescent and worthy of scorn.
Ok, Formal Frank is going back to bed now, here comes Silly Willy. I’m turning my meme-mode setting back on, just as a fair warning that any further attempts at defeating me in the marketplace of ideas will be met with unrelenting mockery.
I feel I’ve done nothing of the sort. I’m entirely supportive of engaging in the mutual pursuit of truth, but when my opposition first engages in bad faith arguments, deflections, fallacies, then snarky adolescent memes followed by personal attacks then you open the door to me responding however I wish. It’s not my fault you lack the capacity to discuss formally and maturely.
If you go back to the beginning you’ll find you engaged in these downward-spiraling antics first.
In other words you’re holding me to a higher standard then you hold yourself. Embrace some humility and learn from your mistakes.
Thoughts and prayers for my humility, which has sadly died in a tragic mass-shooting accident.