Well, because I hadn’t heard from him in a while, I emailed Isaac Schrodinger to see how things were going for him. He sent me this nice reply:
Life has been good. The hearing was on my birthday. It was a brutal
day but it ended well: I was told that I’m now a Canadian convention
refugee.I am aiming to publish the whole experience in a giant post tomorrow.
Meanwhile, you can link to this.And tell folks that this is how I feel.
Thank you for the support.
Regards,
Isaac S.
I’m delighted. To all of you who subscribed to Isaac’s legal fund, or supported him in some other way, well done. That goes as well for all of you who helped out BRD or Ardolino or have sent money to Michelle, or to any of the military support groups–or really anything that you care about.
Make sure to check out Isaac’s place tomorrow.
UPDATE:
This little song goes out to heet, the angry commenter.
There was a time when I was in a hurry as you are
I was like you
There was a day when I just had to tell my point of view
I was like you
Now I don’t mean to make you frown
No, I just want you to slow downHave you never been mellow?
Have you never tried to find a comfort from inside you?
Have you never been happy just to hear your song?
Have you never let someone else be strong?Running around as you do with your head up in the clouds
I was like you
Never had time to lay back, kick your shoes off, close your eyes
I was like you
Now you’re not hard to understand
You need someone to hold your handHave you never been mellow?
Have you never tried to find a comfort from inside you?
Have you never been happy just to hear your song?
Have you never let someone else be strong?
Thank you, thank you.
Thanks for fixing the links, Jeff. Dan Collins is all right, but he seems to have a penchant for screwing up the site format.
Hey, when are you coming back full time?
I’ve been supporting Isaac, too. I sent him a new cat.
How do you know he didn’t still have the last one?
Great—now we have to open the damn box to find out if both cats are alive or dead.
Angry? Hell, I’m elated nobody takes PW seriously! I’d be angry if the your nonsense was even remotely known outside of the fringe. And thanks for the poem. I didn’t read it but thanks anyway.
Heet’s whining. Time for dinner…
Heet’s philosophy in a nutshell.
heet just “knows” “things” and stuff.
I think you folks are needlessly harsh. Heet has poked some festering boils; don’t overreact by retreating to the well-protected endzone. I am most interested in your rebuttals. Respond on point, or ignore the catalyst.
And you say that just because he defends Greenwald? Sicko.
Sorry, that seemed snotty.
And you say that just because he defends Greenwald? Sicko.
But truly, cynn, to what is it we should be responding?
Ewwwww.
By the way, I don’t know from Greenwald. Do not automatically associate me with anyone based on a simple objection. You have just made a case for that most dreaded crime: blanket guilt by remote association.
I’m Pleased that they gave him a break. If he was sent back to Pakistan, they could kill him as an apostate. Sometimes the dragon loses…
ChrisP
TW:response86 WTF, O?
Cynn,
You think “heet just “knows†“things†and stuff.” is harsh?
Perhaps your critism might be better directed to this:
I am constantly amazed at who some people give their sympathy to…
Well, I did try to post a comment along these lines:
How dare you make an indescriminate connection between me, heet, an Greenwald, who I don’t give a rip about?
You are simply illustrating that you are as quick to shin-snap as anyone else.
Sorry, these comment things are tough. I am not “sympathizing” with anyone. Please stop your broadcast judgments. Just asking for parity. Nobody “knows” anything.
I do know one thing – it is impossible to discuss topics in good faith here. This is the epitome of an echochamber. I also know it is fucking hilarious to see a PW commenter clutch their pearls and call for their lace hankie because they read an ugly word. Jeff and his sycophants trade in the most vile language and innuendo on the political blogs. All in the name of shock and hipness. Not that this makes me squirm. I like a good fart joke every now and then.
I don’t think it’s impossible to discuss things. You simply need to tread lightly, and not disrupt the sun-drenched tea party. Then, you’re in line for a lot of bright people offering some worthy opinions. I know I value the voices here.
Nobody “knows†anything.
OOOOooo! An honest to gawd solipsist!
Cynn…hang on a moment, I’m going to go make some popcorn. Then please, do, carry on.
…And what is wrong with solipsism? It’s so convenient.
BTW, this “fringe” site is currently 70th in the TTLB ecosystem and places 398th out of the 63.2 million blogs tracked by Technorati.
Note to self: Gotta get me a buckskin jacket.
Heet has already passed judgment. He believes—“believe” being the key word, because he takes it as an artical of faith against plenty of empirical evidence to the contrary—that this is an echo chamber. He “believes” that there can be no discussion of topics on good faith.
He believes that I am some sort of rightwing social con parroting the Bushco party line, pandering to the conservative base.
In short, heet is about nothing but what he believes—the gist of which is that we are all drooling imbeciles, and that everything we say is therefore imbecilic and uttered in bad faith—and so he has never once entered a discussion here on good faith, though he presumes to demand this from us in addressing his ad hominem attacks and strawman accusations.
But let’s face it: his purported desire for “good-faith” argument is a load of crap, as his history of commenting here shows. Hell, he’s said it himself on numerous occasions: he’s just here to try to poke the wingnuts with a stick. So why in the world would anyone feel the need to treat him with any kind of respect, or take his “questions” (which are never questions so much as veiled accusations and attempts at playing gotcha) seriously?
When someone actually comes to debate in good faith, I’m perfectly happy to do so. But I have seldom received any such invitations from leftwing sites. Instead, it’s all “pasty” this and “diaper changing failed academic” that, etc etc chickenhawk bedwetter blah blah blah.
So here’s a suggestiong for heet: if you want good faith arguments, try making some yourself; and if you don’t want to be treated like a little bitch, stop acting like one.
[positioning LaZboy…]
And for what it’s worth, I used to be in the high 20s on TLB Ecosystem. Going away for several months tends to affect one’s traffic.
Let’s see if I don’t bounce back here soon. I hope to be back full-time sometime this week.
yay!
Jeff, if you want any further participation from the loyal opposition, please fix the comment feature so that I can actually post something. Or, skip it. Just say so; you know how we hate being clammed up.
The site underwent a serious DoS attack and has been moved to a new server. We’re fixing the problems and glitches as best we can. Right now, the comment times out when you hit submit, but it does load. Otherwise you wouldn’t be getting this response.
Unfortunately, many of these fixes have to be done by my host. And he hasn’t been very speedy this time in getting them corrected.
Rather verbose for being clammed up, dontcha think?
innuendo, n., Italian: prostate massage, usually self-administered.
That wasn’t what I was doing, heet. I was sneering at your inarticulacy.
pip pip!
Buddy, I hardly even blush anymore. And I’ve also engaged in some name calling. And it was mostly pretty satisfying, I must say.
Nobody comes here anymore. It’s way too crowded.
heet, your salad days were not meant for you to spend tossing them.
Speaking for myself, I haven’t ever owned a set of pearls. Or a lace hanky.
I do have a bitchin’ chainsaw on a stick that I comfort myself with, occasionally, but mum’s the word on that.
In other news, heet is back here waxing his porpoise in public again, by all appearances. Wax off, heet.
Speak for yourself, sweetheart.
OK. Last flinkin’ try for today.
It’s much easier to understand when you apply the average American criterion – “Well, I didn’t read it, but it pisses me off anyway.”
Have I become a cynic, or is it only my imagination? (Spread hands slowly to mime a rainbow)