TB:
you sound just as incapable of rational conversation about Mormonism, and Smith's credibility in particular, as every other Mormon on this board, with a couple of exceptions.
Those exceptions being, of course, the ones who largely agree with your conclusions and points of view.
… perhaps it is time to stop embarrassing yourself...
I’m quite conscious of the fact that I’ve been violating the first Hamblin law of apologetic discourse from the very moment I commenced to participate in this thread.
Is there some "debate" I'm trying to "get into" …?
Apparently not. You’re content to talk to yourself in this little corner of Shadyville, like some mumbling final stage Alzheimer’s patient dripping drool on his jammies in a darkened corner of a rest home.
“And he was so young . . . “
All I know is that the MADness mods are doing an excellent imitation of people who provide cover, via banning and censoring, for buck-naked apologetic emperors; and since that seems to be what they're into, they can have it. And by the way, I was perfectly civil over there as far as I remember. Anyway - my invitation to you still stands: get me normal posting privileges and I'm fine to go over, if it means that much to you. You really think Runaway Dan will engage with me? I doubt it; but if he wants to, I sure don't mind.
As I said before, I'm happy to engage with anyone about Mormonism. Last time your hero came around, he sniped from the sidelines and then, as per usual, rather than "show the world how wrong the evil anti-Mormons are", announced some stupid excuse about why he wouldn't engage with me. I keep using the word "embarrassing", but that's what it is to me. I almost can't believe, even now, that dudes can act that way and not feel embarrassed.
And thus the delusional man crafts historical memories of events that never actually occurred.
I wrote:
If you are satisfied taking the stance that believing Mormons are nothing but intellectually-challenged dupes clinging in near-desperation to the last vestiges of a thoroughly-discredited epistemological burlesque, and insist on dealing with them as though they are merely freak show caricatures worthy of nothing but mockery, then you will quickly find yourself forever banished to the fringes of the discussion.
To which you revealingly reply:
You know what I'd really like, William? I'd like some good evidence that Mormons AREN'T that. Where is it?
You’re starting to evoke images of a raving Salieri, slashed neck and wrists wrapped in bloody rags, cursing God and babbling incoherently to anyone who will listen about forgotten songs you’ll never hear . . .
I guess I’ll have to say I saw it coming when we met back in October of 2006. Clinging to the remnants of a six pack while swaying randomly in front of the urinal, the proverbial writing on the wall screamed with graffiti boldness from the rusted boxcar sides of your increasingly dismal existence.
The only thing that’s changed in the interim is that the scope of your ravings has narrowed to a few tired phrases punctuated by outbursts of random rage.
… it is, in fact, quite easy to come to believe that we have powers and attributes which we do not have.
Just as easy as it is to come to believe that others could not possibly have powers and attributes we, ourselves, do not have.
Our vanity is such that flattery can make us believe almost anything about ourselves.
No doubt the explanation for your attraction to the fawning few here in Shadyville.
Many dozens of formerly devout Mormons have come to the conclusion that Mormonism is a fraud after we've chatted.
I’m sure you’re a regular evangelist for the cause!
Go and reclaim this people, for they have all gone astray after an unknown God. And he said unto me: There is no God; yea, and he taught me that which I should say. And I have taught his words; and I taught them because they were pleasing unto the carnal mind; and I taught them, even until I had much success, insomuch that I verily believed that they were true; and for this cause I withstood the truth, even until I have brought this great curse upon me.
But I don't speak to you the way I do to people who seem really, truly sincere about their faith.
I’m glad to learn that you consider me exceptional.
See, I don't really get that impression from you. I think you posture and pose and shout, but deep down, I think you're fighting a different sort of enemy, and it's one, I think, that doesn't really have anything to do with me.
Maybe it’s the sexual frustration that beastlie is convinced afflicts most LDS men.
When I think about giving someone the opportunity of knowing that whatever else the church is, it cannot be what it claims, I don't think about bought-and-paid-for apologists who would destroy every last Mormon doctrine in order to defend it. I think about normal, sane, decent, sincere, humble people who want the truth. Those are the people I like talking to …
Go out and get ‘em, Elder Bachman! They’re out there waiting for you right now, simply blinded by the sophistries of men and only kept from the truth because they know not where to find it.
You can be the one to bring them the truth, just like one of Helaman’s warriors!
You, dear Talmage, are an unbalanced zealot. I suspect you always have been. It’s just like Sethbag and several others I have observed in the ranks of the exmormons. They were extremists when they were in the church, and nothing changes once they’re out of it. Nothing but the focus of their zealotry, that is.
You repeat your one-note mantra over and over again:
If Mormonism were not what it claimed, how would you know?
Convinced that there is a definitive acid test for every question in life, and especially the questions that swirl around Mormonism and Joseph Smith.
As Dan Peterson cogently observed:
It’s part of Bachman’s fundamentalist/dogmatic mindset, which once made him a wannabe Mormon suicide bomber and now makes him an anti-Mormon zealot, that he thinks there’s some clear, decisive test out there that will render an unambiguous black-and-white verdict.
And so it is that we reach the point in this discussion where we consent to the logic of its inexorable futility.
I wish you well. I really do. To paraphrase G. K. Chesterton:
I don’t feel any contempt for a man limited and constrained by his own logic to a very sad simplification.
In your case, the irony is that you are convinced of your own liberty as you glare mockingly through the bars of your latest favorite delusion.
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Until we meet again . . .