In the heady world of the internet www.randalrauser.com is a relatively sheltered enclave. Ironically even more so than my old stomping ground at the Christian Post. Evidence? I occasionally still cross-post there, and I recently posted “Why no professional philosopher would use Dawkins’ argument” there. The article elicited the following response from somebody identified as FirstLast:
Rauser, why don’t you answer the question? Explain the development of your magic god fairy. Try to give an intelligent answer instead of the usual stupid “the fairy always existed”. Of course you can’t answer the question so you change the subject to some alien-made machine on another planet as if that had anything to do with your childish belief in a magic fairy. You don’t have one shred of evidence for your fairy and you never will have any evidence because there’s no magic in the universe. You believe in the childish god nonsense anyway. Why? Are you afraid of reality? Can’t you exist without an invisible friend? You share your idiotic superstitious beliefs with Muslim terrorists and cowardly Christians who yell at elderly female biology teachers. You should be ashamed of yourself. Grow up or shut up Rauser.
The thing that strikes me about this comment is not only the rhetoric and lack of argument, but the pure seething hatred. It is nothing but a string of furious insults. I don’t know what FirstLast has experienced in his/her past to have this kind of explosive acrimony (perhaps FirstLast is an elderly female biology teacher) but something tells me that the person who has the office cubicle next to FirstLast is not particularly happy about it.
Anyway, after reading that it highlighted again just how wonderfully congenial the conversations are here despite the fact that there is such a broad swath of opinion represented along with some very significant disagreements. I can honestly say that I’d be happy to go out for a coffee with any one of the regular posters. In a world of loud voices and hardened opinions, that’s kinda refreshing.