Like many others, over the years I observed Michael Ruse’s — I don’t even know what to call it anymore. Downfall? Slowly spiralling into madness? Slowly spiralling into madness and incoherence? Being constantly high on Kuhn? Seriously — astounding displays of glaringly growing intellectual incompetence and dishonesty with slight amusement first, then with exponentially increasing perplexity, and then finally I didn’t even know anymore.
I have decided he’s delusional now. Voila, the proof:
The thing is, there isn’t even that much to say about what he says, because it’s mostly classical Internet Wanking 101 For Real. There’s nothing but constant whinging for a couple of hundred words. What he says amounts to “BUT UR MEAN” while he makes a desperate attempt at presenting himself as a not-mean, nice person, and fails miserably. This is like reading Mooney all over again, and spilling coffee all over the monitor as he startw with “now, now, let’s not be such condescending arseholes” and then goes on to do just that.
They should start using passive-aggressive smileys. At least nobody could have any doubts about their intentions anymore.
Specifically, at least since 2006, when he, having corresponded with Daniel Dennett for some time, sent the said correspondence in its entirety to William Dembski without as much as informing Dennet, least of all asking for his permission.
WTF, Ruse? Are you out of your miiiind? Because this isn’t something a normal person does, but a troll? A typical message board wanker? A deranged fanboy? Yes, absolutely. Definitely, any time.
Dembski, a RL troll and a kook extraordinaire, swiftly published the correspondence at the Uncommon Descent website. The thing is, if anything, it shows that Ruse is an unhinged arsehole, and certainly not that Dennett is wrong. Or a wanker. Or rude. Or a mean hater. Or whatever it was meant to show. I mean:
I am a full professor with tenure at a university known chiefly for its prowess on the football field, living out my retirement years in the sunshine, I have no reputation to preserve, and frankly can say and do whatever the f**k I want to without sinking further.
Well played, Ruse, well played!
Or, you know, not.
It only made me want to read Dennett, now.