Allan Glenn
Tonight I found out that this November, Allan Glenn, skeptic, atheist, philosopher, satirist, and writer, died. He was twenty. He was twenty years old.
I always appreciated his intelligence, eloquence, and humor. He founded the Fundies Say The Darndest Things! website, and was the author of other satirical skeptic works.
Knowing he had cystic fibrosis, he wrote a memoir, to be published in the event of his death. If you visit his writings, you'll see the qualities I mentioned: his great intelligence, fine command of language, sharp wit, commitment to truth--and the deep love between himself and his fiancee, Jessica.
Do you know how I found out about this? Someone, presumably a "fundie," posted a comment on the FSTDT site, gloating about his death. Almost perversely appropriate, considering that FSTDT served to expose examples of fundamentalists' hypocrisy and lack of compassion.
I wish you could have been around for longer, Allan, and I know that many of your friends--and many of the people, like myself, that you never knew--will miss your presence. I feel the pull of your loss, though I never saw you or heard your voice. God, I feel so horrible for Jessica and his family. The circumstances of his death were so unjust. He was denied a transplant...
God, just read the site, follow the links. Get some idea of who he was. Not because you ought to get all sad and outraged about his death--but because he was fucking awesome. Do it. He's hilarious, he's eloquent, he's brilliant. Or was, I guess. Laughing is better than being sad, right, and I'm sure he'd have wanted it that way. But I think I'll continue being angry, because his life could have been saved, and it wasn't, and a lot of things need to change.
Icon based on one of Allan's images.
I always appreciated his intelligence, eloquence, and humor. He founded the Fundies Say The Darndest Things! website, and was the author of other satirical skeptic works.
Knowing he had cystic fibrosis, he wrote a memoir, to be published in the event of his death. If you visit his writings, you'll see the qualities I mentioned: his great intelligence, fine command of language, sharp wit, commitment to truth--and the deep love between himself and his fiancee, Jessica.
Do you know how I found out about this? Someone, presumably a "fundie," posted a comment on the FSTDT site, gloating about his death. Almost perversely appropriate, considering that FSTDT served to expose examples of fundamentalists' hypocrisy and lack of compassion.
I wish you could have been around for longer, Allan, and I know that many of your friends--and many of the people, like myself, that you never knew--will miss your presence. I feel the pull of your loss, though I never saw you or heard your voice. God, I feel so horrible for Jessica and his family. The circumstances of his death were so unjust. He was denied a transplant...
God, just read the site, follow the links. Get some idea of who he was. Not because you ought to get all sad and outraged about his death--but because he was fucking awesome. Do it. He's hilarious, he's eloquent, he's brilliant. Or was, I guess. Laughing is better than being sad, right, and I'm sure he'd have wanted it that way. But I think I'll continue being angry, because his life could have been saved, and it wasn't, and a lot of things need to change.
Icon based on one of Allan's images.