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Why Skeptics Will Have to Think For a Change Warning: Heavily Sarcastic Content Ahead. The loud thumps you hear at selected spots across the country are the sound of people like John Till, Brooks Trubee, Brian Holtz, and other cartoon-character Skeptics I have sliced and diced over the years, falling to the ground after having coronaries. Why? Because they just lost their best (and in some cases, only) "argument" against myself and this ministry. About a decade ago when I logged myself online as a writer with the Christian Apologetics Bookshelf, I decided that it would be a good idea, for the sake of personal safety (not from Skeptics, who are almost uniformly 98 pound wimps, but from released prison inmates I formerly worked with -- see more on that here, an explanation I sanction), to make use of a writing psuedonym. It didn't take long to decide what to use, because it was the name I was born with. (If you don't know what that name is by now -- in other words, if you're one of my typical Skeptical opponents -- check the authorship credit of THIS article for a clue.) Yes, the name I was born with. Not that it's anyone's business, especially not the business of gutter-sweeping atheists like the above who spell "scholarship" with a K, but that WAS the name I was given at birth, and I have the legal paperwork to prove it: The original Social Security card; a copy of the original birth certificate; the original, onionskin court order (dated 1969) changing my name from JPH to the other name as part of an inside-the-family adoption process. So for those whose minds are as bent as Acharya S and thought I was making it all up, choose your brand of mustard when you decide what foot you want to eat. (There are probably few who know or remember that it was John Till who first made an issue of this. He pretends that it was some great detective discovery he made; the fact is that I told him about the pseudonym issue myself, not knowing at the time that rather than being an honest person, he was in fact a pathetically self-righteous specimen still working out his frustrations over being laughed out of Catholic quarters of France. He has his punishment: He's been reduced, in part by me, to a ranting ghost who is 400 years behind on replies and keeps bringing up new topics to cover his deficiencies at addressing the old ones. Not that a pissant like him, whose greatest claim to fame is a paper newsletter with never more than 1800 subscribers, deserved the attention to begin with; he ought to thank me for keeping his worthless name out of forgottenness.) But to the point of this item. Some time ago I proposed to make a legal change to my name, and that is now done. As of this morning (7/3/07) the paperwork is approved by a judge and filed away in my county clerk's office. The free ride for the pedantic, loser-for-life crowd (mostly Skeptics, but also a few shameful Christians like Steve Hays frustrated by their own beatings at my hand) is over now, and they're all going to have to pay the piper for their own prior pedantry in which they figured they could avoid some heavy reading and research by just using the pseudo-who-nanny-nanny-boo-boo as a substitute for substance. They'll either have to change all their articles (Till will likely go to his grave doing the editing, unless he burns his cortical motors off trying to figure out how to do a universal search and replace command), or else look bigger fools than they do now refusing to acknowledge it (which many may not mind anyway, being as insensate to their own foolishness as they are). Then they'll have to do some real arguing for a change, and which of those will be harder for that kiddie keptic crowd is hard to say. My reasons for the change are partly professional, partly personal. There is the matter of that I am so well known as JPH that it makes good sense to make the legal change. On a more personal level, I have lately rediscovered some family heritage that has motivated the change as a way of honoring lost relations I never knew, but now wish I had discovered and known earlier. Suffice to say that I was not the first Holding to be interested in apologetics. (I also wasn't the first with an artistic bent, but that's another matter.) So now. If you're a frustrated atheist or other opponent looking for an excuse to not do some heavy research, I do have some suggestions for what else you can do now that the "I knoooooow what your reeeeeal name iiiiiissss" hobbyhorse is something you can't ride any more as you pop your caps into the air. Before I do that, though, I have some kudos to deliver. There were, actually, a handful of Skeptics who did respect The Name, and as this chapter closes (as it were, on the heads of the raspberry berets who played the Name Game) I'd like to acknowledge them. (I may add more later as I find them, or take off others if I find they've misbehaved; Richard Carrier got struck, for one.)
With that said, now that the rest of the Skeptics are writhing in agony on the floor, no longer sure what to do now that they can't play the Name Game, I have a few suggestions as to what you can complain about instead.
But anyway, now that you guys have to abandon the name fetish, it's time to move on. You heard me. Don't just sit there with your jaw hanging slack to the floor. Go. Oh, there is one more thing.... I'm thinking of using the other name from now on as a writing pseudonym. Go Home! |
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