Read, rip, wipe, flush
It's astonishing that it took me over thirty years to learn that even despicable opinions are highly instructive. For instance, discussing economics with megadog may reduce me to spitting annoyance, but it's what I needed to get me to appreciate the virtues of a market economy. collabi and other gun-wielding maniacs (now now, don't deny it-it was one of you Americans shot my grand-dad on a grouse shoot) have eventually persuaded me to appreciate the arguments in favour of gun ownership, at least as they pertain to societies I'm happy not to live in. From a blog contact in the US Navy, I've found a certain beauty in the American armed forces' cult of militarism. And strike me down if I didn't recently develop some sympathy for radical feminism despite labelling the author I was reading "a fucking hysterical bitch."
Drunk on my new-found broad-mindedness, I ordered a copy of Dinesh D'Souza's What's So Great About Christianity?, eagerly expecting to be exercised with contentious and invigorating new arguments against the Dawkinses and Pinkers and Smolins I've been reading recently. But from what I've been able to stomach of it so far, it's so crushingly devoid of significant new insight that I might as well have routed it straight to the recycling bin with all the other crap that drops through our letterbox.
Drunk on my new-found broad-mindedness, I ordered a copy of Dinesh D'Souza's What's So Great About Christianity?, eagerly expecting to be exercised with contentious and invigorating new arguments against the Dawkinses and Pinkers and Smolins I've been reading recently. But from what I've been able to stomach of it so far, it's so crushingly devoid of significant new insight that I might as well have routed it straight to the recycling bin with all the other crap that drops through our letterbox.