Vox is vexed. Unwilling to stand up in an explicit fashion for the racist pigs threatening DeviousDiva — a rather uncharacteristically sensible stance for the
esteemed steamed Mr. Day — Pandagon’s weasel-toupéed follower instead chooses to pick nits (link “nofollowed” for your sanitary protection):
Sheelzebub of Pandagon comes out hard against Internet outings:
Mouth-foaming wingnut racists have been busy outing Devious Diva.
So, I will reiterate. Again. Since I’m pretty damn sure that some folks will simply never get it. Harassing people isn’t okay. Posting threatening messages isn’t okay. Outing someone isn’t okay.
You know, she just might want to have a little conversation with Amynda* about the policy at Pandagon before she waxes too outraged over the whole thing.
Looks like the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree—batshit crazy “Christian libertarian” Vox Day’s (real name: —- —-)
Leave us ignore, along with Mr. Day, my Mephistophelean co-blogger’s actual point, which has to do with threats made against bloggers for speaking their minds. One could make the case that “outing in order to threaten bodily harm” is a different beast than “outing in order to mock the turgid, self-fellating prose written by the outed one under his or her real name.” One could make that case, but I will not. The only person who can judge the impact of an outing on the victim is said victim. Who knows but what the linking of Vox with his real name might not have scared the BeJeebus out of him? One cannot dismiss the anguish he must have felt until one has walked a mile in his hair. Shoes. I mean shoes. Sorry.
I recall a statement which seems appropriate here, made once by a certain writer who springs to mind for some reason :
Fantasy is my favorite literary genre
I’m more a “hard sf” kinda guy, but that genre and fantasy share a particular trait: each relies on what has been famously called the “willing suspension of disbelief” to keep the reader immersed in the story. One can, as did the Red Queen, believe a thousand impossible things before breakfast, more than that if you’re a Fox News viewer. But for a reader to believe impossible things in a work of fiction, the writer must provide a framework in which the impossible things fit seamlessly into the world of the story. I mention this because Vox’s entry contains a fatal flaw, an interruption of that suspension of disbelief. Take a look at the destinations of those two links he provides. (Just in case something happens to that blog post, which happens sometimes, I’ve posted screenshots here and here. Each link’s destination is shown in the lower left corner of the browser window.)
Vox links to two Pandagon posts that include both his monicker and his legal name. One was posted on August 17 of 2006, and another on August 24. Vox claims that these two posts constitute “Amynda”* “outing” him, which means that this July 2006 Wikipedia entry containing both names was necessarily posted after Pandagon outed him. Because obviously, if the information had been in Wikipedia the month before the Pandagon post was written, then Pandagon bloggers with the letter “Y” stuck in their names* cannot possibly have outed him.
The problem is that Vox leaves the reader hanging. He implies that Pandagonians have the power to travel in time, but he doesn’t say word one about the method. Is there some sort of reflexive universe-shaping telekinesis involved, that bends the n-dimensional fabric of time and space so that Top Secret Pandagon Researchers could rewrite and backdate the Wikipedia entry? Was there an [obligatory Tardis reference] or some other tech type solution, as pictured here?
Or was it a tesseract? Were there mushrooms involved, or mice carrying pocket watches in their vests? Some sort of Archdemon?Come on, Vox. Don’t leave us in suspense. Because the Wikipedia entry’s only the first step. Once we rewrite that (”rewrote that”? English tenses really don’t work for time travel, as I believe I will have said many times by now) then there’s the little matter of seeding 2004 with similar pieces of misdirection.
Without a bit more expository writing on your part, I’m afraid the reader will likely jump to the unwarranted conclusion that you’re being — how shall I say this? — a sack of manure acting in violation of the Ninth Commandment. And we can’t have that.
* That joke NEVER gets old. Hilarious!
[Update: just to play the part of Pan creating more Pandemonium, Pan-dagonista Auguste spun the hands on his MalkinWatch backwards and fiendishly backdated the outing by a full ten years. Have we no shame?]
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