Lest Ye Celebrate Too Heartily....

[_Doctor Scratch]

For those who are declaring total victory over Dr. Peterson and the Mopologists, it may be useful to pause for a moment of reflection, inspired by "The Kingpin" himself:

Toward the end of my junior year at San Gabriel High School in California, I decided to run for the office of student body president. The school had something on the order of 2500 students.

There were several candidates competing, but my most substantial rival was a fellow who had, I think, served on our freshman, sophomore, and junior class councils, and as president of at least one of the classes and perhaps two. An obviously popular guy, he never made a secret of the fact that he was going to be student body president. It was, in a sense, his by right, his destiny, and, for years, he had been systematically laying the groundwork for this election.

We weren’t close friends, but we were, I think, friends. And we got along pretty well.

I can’t really remember at this remove in time — it’s been (frightening thought!) fully forty-three years now — but I believe that there was an initial balloting, which he and I survived, and then a run-off.

I beat him. In fact, unless I’m mistaken, I beat him fairly handily.

Maybe his publicly-expressed certainty had rubbed people the wrong way. I don’t know.

Anyway, I recall sitting in the auditorium with a relatively large crowd, waiting for the results to be announced. And then there was some celebrating. But, finally, I stepped out alone onto one of the covered campus walkways. It was dark. Nighttime.

And there he was. Sitting on a bench under a light, sobbing bitterly. He didn’t see me, and I quietly, quickly, retreated around a corner.

I have to say, though, that it took something of the glow off of my victory that night. I don’t believe that I was anywhere near as elated as he was brokenhearted, and that sobered me. I almost wished that I could simply hand the office to him.

I don’t really remember the waiting in the auditorium, or the moment of the announcement, or breaking the news to my parents, or celebrating with my girlfriend. I know that I did those things, but I have no visual images for them. The sight of him crying there, seated on that bench, remains etched in my memory with absolute clarity.

I’ve never quite been able to lose sight of the fact, since then, that, in order for somebody to win, somebody else, very commonly, has to lose. And that tempers the thrill of victory very substantially.

http://www.patheos.com/blogs/danpeterso ... efeat.html

[_MrStakhanovite]

Nothing says cutting edge scholarship more than mediocre reflections about that one time in high school you won an election.

[_son of Ishmael]

For those who are declaring total victory over Dr. Peterson and the Mopologists, it may be useful to pause for a moment of reflection, inspired by "The Kingpin" himself:

Toward the end of my junior year at San Gabriel High School in California, I decided to run for the office of student body president. The school had something on the order of 2500 students.

There were several candidates competing, but my most substantial rival was a fellow who had, I think, served on our freshman, sophomore, and junior class councils, and as president of at least one of the classes and perhaps two. An obviously popular guy, he never made a secret of the fact that he was going to be student body president. It was, in a sense, his by right, his destiny, and, for years, he had been systematically laying the groundwork for this election.

We weren’t close friends, but we were, I think, friends. And we got along pretty well.

I can’t really remember at this remove in time — it’s been (frightening thought!) fully forty-three years now — but I believe that there was an initial balloting, which he and I survived, and then a run-off.

I beat him. In fact, unless I’m mistaken, I beat him fairly handily.

Maybe his publicly-expressed certainty had rubbed people the wrong way. I don’t know.

Anyway, I recall sitting in the auditorium with a relatively large crowd, waiting for the results to be announced. And then there was some celebrating. But, finally, I stepped out alone onto one of the covered campus walkways. It was dark. Nighttime.

And there he was. Sitting on a bench under a light, sobbing bitterly. He didn’t see me, and I quietly, quickly, retreated around a corner.

I have to say, though, that it took something of the glow off of my victory that night. I don’t believe that I was anywhere near as elated as he was brokenhearted, and that sobered me. I almost wished that I could simply hand the office to him.

I don’t really remember the waiting in the auditorium, or the moment of the announcement, or breaking the news to my parents, or celebrating with my girlfriend. I know that I did those things, but I have no visual images for them. The sight of him crying there, seated on that bench, remains etched in my memory with absolute clarity.

I’ve never quite been able to lose sight of the fact, since then, that, in order for somebody to win, somebody else, very commonly, has to lose. And that tempers the thrill of victory very substantially.

http://www.patheos.com/blogs/danpeterso ... efeat.html

So does this mean Dan is sitting in a dark auditorium somewhere crying?

[_Racer]

Typical DCP braggadocio if you ask me. Dan never misses a chance to name drop, or let everyone know what kinds of "important" things he is up to. It's always about him.

If you read between the lines, the real message he wants to convey is: "I was my HS Student Body President, not only that, but I ran against a really popular kid and beat him by a wide margin" This is either a sign of insecurity or self absorption. To me, he comes off as extremely self important which is why I have never been a fan of his writings.

[_LDSToronto]

So does this mean Dan is sitting in a dark auditorium somewhere crying?

No, He's laughing.

H.

[_MCB]

Maybe that high school election is where he learned his technique of slander, libel, and ad hominems that has now become second nature for him. Practice makees perfect, you know.

We will have to wait and see what kind of revenge campaign he is planning.

[_son of Ishmael]

So does this mean Dan is sitting in a dark auditorium somewhere crying?

No, He's laughing.

H.

Great song but I don't really get your point. Maybe I need to read the words of the song

[_cafe crema]

For those who are declaring total victory over Dr. Peterson and the Mopologists, it may be useful to pause for a moment of reflection, inspired by "The Kingpin" himself:

Toward the end of my junior year at San Gabriel High School in California, I decided to run for the office of student body president. The school had something on the order of 2500 students.

There were several candidates competing, but my most substantial rival was a fellow who had, I think, served on our freshman, sophomore, and junior class councils, and as president of at least one of the classes and perhaps two. An obviously popular guy, he never made a secret of the fact that he was going to be student body president. It was, in a sense, his by right, his destiny, and, for years, he had been systematically laying the groundwork for this election.

We weren’t close friends, but we were, I think, friends. And we got along pretty well.

I can’t really remember at this remove in time — it’s been (frightening thought!) fully forty-three years now — but I believe that there was an initial balloting, which he and I survived, and then a run-off.

I beat him. In fact, unless I’m mistaken, I beat him fairly handily.

Maybe his publicly-expressed certainty had rubbed people the wrong way. I don’t know.

Anyway, I recall sitting in the auditorium with a relatively large crowd, waiting for the results to be announced. And then there was some celebrating. But, finally, I stepped out alone onto one of the covered campus walkways. It was dark. Nighttime.

And there he was. Sitting on a bench under a light, sobbing bitterly. He didn’t see me, and I quietly, quickly, retreated around a corner.

I have to say, though, that it took something of the glow off of my victory that night. I don’t believe that I was anywhere near as elated as he was brokenhearted, and that sobered me. I almost wished that I could simply hand the office to him.

I don’t really remember the waiting in the auditorium, or the moment of the announcement, or breaking the news to my parents, or celebrating with my girlfriend. I know that I did those things, but I have no visual images for them. The sight of him crying there, seated on that bench, remains etched in my memory with absolute clarity.

I’ve never quite been able to lose sight of the fact, since then, that, in order for somebody to win, somebody else, very commonly, has to lose. And that tempers the thrill of victory very substantially.

Funny that he sees that in others.

http://www.patheos.com/blogs/danpeterso ... efeat.html

[_bcspace]

He's still listed as part of the MI administration. Perhaps he took back his Outreach comments or perhaps Bradford is still holding it out.

[_RayAgostini]

Typical DCP braggadocio if you ask me. Dan never misses a chance to name drop, or let everyone know what kinds of "important" things he is up to. It's always about him.

If you read between the lines, the real message he wants to convey is: "I was my HS Student Body President, not only that, but I ran against a really popular kid and beat him by a wide margin" This is either a sign of insecurity or self absorption. To me, he comes off as extremely self important which is why I have never been a fan of his writings.

He also boasted on his blog that he spoke German so fluently that an Austrian border official couldn't believe he was an American:

So, I confess, is receiving compliments on my German. (Egomaniac that I am.) I got one today from an Austrian border official, who couldn’t believe that I was an American. It made my afternoon. I wouldn’t be able to keep the pretense up for very long these days, I’m afraid. Too many noun-genders and vocabulary items are buried a bit too deeply in my memory. But it starts to come back, and I’m sure that, if I were to stay here for a while — which I may try to do someday (though probably not in Liechtenstein!) — I would do fine.

Utterly contemptible. I condemn him! I also condemn Winston Churchill for saying:

"We are all worms, but I do believe I am a glow-worm."

It was Churchill's "arrogance", and his determination for victory over the invading forces, that essentially won the battle for Britain. A compromising Chamberlain couldn't have done it. I'm quite sure that Dan has spent a lot of time home-teaching "non-entities", and as a bishop spent countless hours counseling the bereaved, the disconsolate, the broken-hearted, the poor, the outcasts, and invested large amounts of time away from family and comforts in the service of his fellowman, with no financial reward or fame attached.

But victories are not always won, in fact seldom won, by timid, shy, "humble" and retiring characters.

Of the love or hatred God has for the English, I know nothing, but I do know that they will all be thrown out of France, except those who die there. - Joan of Arc

I second the OP - don't begin the celebrations prematurely.