I guess you can already tell that it won’t be pretty. But no, it wasn’t actually ugly as it was… disappointing. Again. I tried this once right here on this blog (on this blog post). And it seems every time I try I walk away disappointed.

I’ve been avoiding the groups I joined on FB since the rational arguments already had rational contributors on both sides of the debate, but some posts just seem so gratuitously and unfortunately off that many members resort to ridicule. Just this once, I held out hope. So I tried to debate the theist.

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I guess you can already tell why this post turned so many people off, and yet I moved forward, filled with hope that perhaps behind such a thorny approach is the blooming flower of reason that’s worth getting pricked for.

I trudged on, but I needed to point out something completely apparent first:

Bah hambug! The hard-headedness that comes perhaps from a lesser appreciation of proper grammar, syntax, and semantics than I myself hold a bit more dear compared to most.

So I try again, but push forward with the actual discussion, basically doing the person’s job for them:

Quite flippant, this one.

So I head straight for the core of the (misrepresented) issue:

Now, this is basically part of The Naysayer’s Stance that I published before — it came in handy.

But apparently the theist I was trying to meet in discourse thought (wished?) I was stupid enough to think that a Greek philosopher named Epicurus said this about Christ some 300 years before the Messiah was supposedly born.

Obviously, someone’s more concerned about dropping sound bites than actually discussing, even when his very first post had been shown to be quite an “epic fail” of its own.

Someone once told me they thought guys boasting about their big jeeps are compensating for something lacking in their physicality (small fucking dicks). Could it be possible that guys boasting about pinpointing perceived “epic fails” in dialogue are compensating for something lacking in their intellect (closed fucking minds)?

I waited for a reply since the guy was being bombarded by responses — both proper and less so.

By that time, I honestly could not tell if he was too confused by all the people he was talking to or there was simply something wrong with how he comprehends the written word.

Perhaps I should have tried hieroglyphics.

Some people can’t move on from breakups of long and meaningful relationships.

I don’t know what Epicurus did to this guy but he can’t get over it.

Aaaaaaaand he was gone. Whisked away by thoughts of his time loving an old Greek guy who likes to think a lot, or perhaps escaped from a course of discussion he preferred not to trek.

Regardless, I was left alone, unsatisfied, hopes dashed on the ground.

It may be a while yet before I try again. Like one of our spectators commented: “unholy facepalm.”