Vlad,
You remind me of a novel I read many years ago by (I think) Malcolm Bradbury. The set up was an American academic recently transferred to a teaching position at a British university. He puts on the radio and finds a Smashie and Nicey-style pop station with all that entails: the awful music, the fake bonhomie, the duff slogans and sound effects, you name it. The academic is thoroughly amused – it’s a brilliant pastiche he thinks of the worst of early 70s US west coast radio, seamlessly done without missing a beat. Thoroughly entertained he then waits for the next programme, only to find that it’s exactly the same – the first programme wasn’t a pastiche at all; this was what British radio was really like…
So to your efforts here: at first it seems to be a brilliantly done pastiche of a pathologically dishonest dullard. It’s all there – the semi-literacy, the sentences collapsing into apparently randomly selected and entirely unconnected words, terms consistently misused, the occasional attempt at a citation that you think supports you but then blows up in your face when it actually says the opposite of what you thought it said, the absolute commitment to never, ever, ever answering even a simple question transparently and straightforwardly (or at all)… it’s all there. Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. Here clearly is an intelligent person just pretending to be a stupid one. What’s not to admire about that, at least for a short while?
And then as time passes and exactly the same thing happens over and over again the awful truth dawns – far from being an intelligent person pretending to be a stupid one it turns out that your posts indicate exactly the opposite of that.
So there we have it: either you’re so pathologically dishonest and uncomprehending that you’ll never even try at least to engage with what’s actually said here or perhaps – just perhaps – there’s just enough of a shred of integrity and wit left despite what your faith has done to you finally for you to try at least actually to do the decent thing.
My hopes aren’t hight here, but hey – you never know…
…so, and without ever more of your endless fucking around, why not just set out in your own words why you think the universe must be a “contingent thing” without running slap bang into the fallacy of composition?
Can you do that?