Bob.
As you've repeatedly ignored private requests to this effect, I'm going to say this publicly, in hopes that embarrassment might work where politeness has failed.
You have nothing more to say which might interest me. You do not attempt to engage, but rather prefer to spout meaningless platitudes and Biblical claptrap. You talk at people, not with them. Until you change this attitude, please do me the favour of—how can I say this politely?—fucking off, and stop using the private message form on my About page as a way to spam my personal email with links to your ill-thought-out and nonsensical blog posts.
Besides, it's already well-established that you're not really interested in saving anyone's putative soul. You merely like to spout off.
Do you really get so little traffic that you feel the need to resort to spamming folk's email? I suggest you stop a while and think about why that may be.
—Daz
Just keep in mind Daz, all the great thinkers get their fair share of whacky followers. Just make sure he does not carry around a copy of Catcher in the Rye… *shifty eyes*
Isn’t this the guy who has admitted to going around supermarkets slipping religious tracts into food packaging? The thing that people like him don’t seem to get is that although we now live in a post Christian society, most of us do know what Christianity is and what Christians’ core beliefs are. We don’t need the Gospel preaching at us, we’ve heard it and we have decided, on reflection that it is baloney. There are plenty of churches where we could hear this message if we wanted to, the fact that they are always nearly empty suggests that not many people do.
Jimi:
“Great thinkers…”? I could blush if I thought you were right? Nah, just an average thinker, but one who’s tried to actually use what capacity he has. I think I’m safe regarding Catcher, though. Bob wouldn’t sully his brain cell with anything but the Bible.
Stonyground:
Yep, that’s him, though I didn’t know about the food packaging. I know he slips them into Dawkins books tough.
Daz, I too get a notification every time Bob Hutton befouls the internet. However I actually look forward to his garbage. His latest post, suggesting Rupert Murdoch is actually doing God’s work, is more proof that Hutton is winning his struggle against sanity.
And here, from the Freethinker Archives, is the moment when Hutton confesses to putting biblical tracts in cereal packets…
http://freethinker.co.uk/2009/01/28/why-i-detest-evangelists/comment-page-1/#comments
First comment, there in his own words!
I am a firm believer in the phenomenon of an anagram of a persons name/occupation giving a true insight into their real character. What I found amazing though is that his true character is actually an anagram of your name!
A sad ranting troll.
Bob’s god really does move in mysterious ways.
Also Daz, it might be fun to read all of the comments on that post, and the others in the days and weeks around it. Hutton goes into some detail of his supermarket contamination campaign.That was back when Freethinker attracted a truly awesome amount of nutters. Anyone remember Tom Esticles?
Aye, 2009 really was the Golden Age of trolling.
Re the anagram. Yeah it is, but umm, where’d you get my real name from?
I missed Bob’s inglorious exit from the Freethinker comments board by a month or two. He’d not long been banned when I started commenting there. However I was spending a lot of time arguing/debating on YouTube at the time. That really is troll heaven!
I have an eidetic memory. You once posted (in mid Dec 2011, I think, can’t be arsed to look) about you really being called your first name, not Daz. Later I saw that name on a petition that I had earlier signed…
http://www.onelawforall.org.uk/endorsements-for-11-february-day-of-action-for-free-expression/
Put 2+2 together and hey presto.
Ah, I see!
Truly eidetic or just very very good? I’m jealous. I have more of a forgettery than a memory. Although, it does mean that I can read a book more times than most before it gets boring, so I do get saved the cost of a fair number of new books…
. . . and here’s a clip from an old book, which I only discovered recently. It’s Wilkie Collins’ “The Moonstone”, part of which is narrated by one Drusilla Clack, who seems to be out of the same mould as cereal offender Bob Hutton and so may be of interest. Here’s what she says about those like herself, in Ch IV of her part of the book:
‘Once self-supported by conscience, once embarked on a career of manifest
usefulness, the true Christian never yields. Neither public nor private
influences produce the slightest effect on us, when we have once got our
mission. [ . . . ] We are above reason; we are beyond ridicule;
we see with nobody’s eyes, we hear with nobody’s ears, we feel with
nobody’s hearts, but our own. Glorious, glorious privilege! And how is
it earned? Ah, my friends, you may spare yourselves the useless inquiry!
We are the only people who can earn it–for we are the only people who
are always right.’
So that’s why you get nowhere by arguing with them.
Oh so you are still alive then?
‘Ello Mack. Last I checked I was, yep. You coulda phoned, you know. ‘Tis generally easier…
Sheesh, it’s like havin’ a second mum.
I’ll ring later today.
A distressingly good description of your average fundy. And why accommodationists are full of bovine waste product…