Mister Scratch wrote:I've told you why I've been critical of you: it's because I think that apologetics, as led by you, is really, truly an evil enterprise. It needs to be shut down.
We disagree, on many levels. I don't "lead" apologetics, for one thing. And I think it's perfectly absurd to describe the FARMS Review, let alone the writings of Jack Welch and Stephen Ricks and Kevin Barney and Brant Gardiner and John Clark and Blake Ostler and the scores of other "apologists" out there, as evil.
Mister Scratch wrote:Also, I object to the way you treat others on the various messageboards.
I believe in vigorous discussion, but I've never fallen to anything like the level of many here on this very board for whom you've never had a word of criticism.
Mister Scratch wrote:And what are we to make of the ways you treat Mike Quinn, Robert Ritner, James White, Tal Bachman, Harmony, and countless other people?
With regard to Mike Quinn and Robert Ritner, most of what you say about how I've treated them is pure fiction. With regard to Tal Bachman, I've never responded to him in the spirit with which he's treated me from the beginning, nor said even a portion of what I could. James White? A long history. He gives at least as good as he gets. Harmony? I'd finally had enough of her claiming that I was indifferent to the oppression of Afghan women, unconcerned about burnt-out schools, serene about murdered schoolchildren. I've never said anything remotely so horrific about her, and never would.
Mister Scratch wrote:In the end, you'll just say, in some way, shape, or form: "They deserved it!"
I've done nothing to Quinn or Ritner or Bachman. Did they deserve my doing nothing to them? Probably.
Mister Scratch wrote:Well, so did you. You get what you give, Professor P.
I've never done anything to anybody remotely like what you've been doing to me for the past three years.
Mister Scratch wrote:I'll simply end by informing the rest of the posters here about your little "taunting" game some time back.
I'll admit that I had some fun with you. I didn't seek out any information about your whereabouts or identity, but it came to me unbidden. And after three years of your relentless Scratchoscopies, during which you criticized my employment contract, my personal finances, my income, and my taste in music and literature and art, and twisted my every word to make me look cruel and hypocritical, and the like, it was genuinely amusing to see how upset you immediately became at the mere thought that somebody might possibly know something about you. You plainly preferred to do your character assassination from deep cover. Yet I never outed you, never actually said what I knew, never revealed your whereabouts, nothing.
Mister Scratch wrote:he was using this information to try and attack me. Probably nobody noticed, but that's what he was up to.
Mister Scratch wrote:So: he was using ill-begotten information to try and shut me up, or to exact revenge against me.
Subtly dropping passing mention of an obscure and inobvious reference to the Trojans or to Gould Hall (or whatever it is) into a post isn't a very powerful method of shutting anybody up, let alone of "exacting revenge."
Mister Scratch wrote:This ought to answer the question of whether or not he peddles people's IRL information in an unethical fashion.
I think it does. Had I actually wanted to reveal your IRL information, I would have outright said what I knew. As it is, I doubt that very many even noticed those obscure passing references in a relative handful of posts, and I doubt that, if they had, they would have known what to make of them.
Mister Scratch wrote:Did I deserve this kind of treatment?
Oh, yes indeed. And then some.
Mister Scratch wrote:In any case, thus ends Mister Scratch.
Well, I didn't ask you to leave, but I can't truthfully say that I'll miss you if you really do. I invited you to stick around and post on substantive topics unrelated to attacking me, but I guess that doesn't interest you. (Sadly, your reaction was predictable.)
I'll be surprised, candidly, if you really stay away. I expect that you'll be back, even if not under the moniker of Mister Scratch. If you do come back, though, your distinct hoofprint -- your intense personal loathing of me and of Mormon apologetics -- will be immediately apparent.