Amusing Quote of the Day: Vox on – surprise! – his grandeur

Yes, that’s Vox with a flaming sword. You be the judge.

Damn is this guy entertaining, much in the way any regular crackpot with (incredibly) deep-seated delusions of superiority is entertaining. Here, just because I felt like highlighting something of moderate interest, a message Vox sends to “ankle-biters”:

On this fine afternoon, I find myself contemplating just what, precisely, could possibly be the purpose for your collective existence, which to the observer appears to testify against intelligent design and natural selection alike. I don't pretend to understand what sickness of the soul causes you to repeatedly bash your heads against the unforgiving wall of my logic, or what compulsive disorder drives you to put yourselves in a position to be humiliated over and over again by my superior knowledge and intellect, as no sooner are you shot down than you rise, with all the sublime, shambling grace of a mindless zombie, and stumble back into the fray.

Are my ankles so sweet that you cannot resist snapping at them? Do your psychological scars run so deep that you cannot control your masochistic longings for brutal correction?

Yeeeaaaaaah.

Except for all those times he’s been proven incontrovertibly wrong, has spouted incredibly stupid silliness (over, and over, and over again), revealed his incredible ignorance regarding pop culture, and even once tried to bite back at me for some of my criticism, yet failed absurdly by misconstruing everything I said and resorting to the usual baseless claims he uses on his opponents …

… And that’s just the stuff I’ve come across.

Vox Day is not a superintelligence ([pedant] this term applies only to AIs and artificially modified human brains [/pedant]), and nor is he even vaguely possessing of ulterior knowledge, a master of any real philosophy, or showing the fundamentals of common sense. Vox Day is little, if anything, more than a boor and an Internet troll. A highly sophisticated one, admittedly, but a troll nonetheless. His methods of “debating” are comprised of nothing more than obscurantism, making wild claims without a lick of evidence to back them up (and whatever evidence he does use is assuredly twisted and false), referring to abstract concepts as though they had any relevance, using ridiculous rhetoric and insanely convoluted logic to the point where he “wins” debates, not by actually having the upper arm in intelligence and logic, but merely because his opponents cannot stand his bullshit any longer … and, of course, those core traits that define the very person of Teddy Beale: empty ad hominem attacks by the shitload, constantly debasing others’ intelligence like a four-year-old, and – of course – his complete and utter inability to stop himself from trumpeting how very very smart he is, looking like both an incredibly needy attention whore and perhaps the most prominent specimen of arrogance, delusion and sanctimony incarnate that has ever walked this Earth.

He is a living example that old saying: that one can be a true intellectual genius with an IQ higher than the clouds, yet be so completely devoid of common sense and reason that to listen to them give their opinions and understanding of the world leaves one wondering whether they’re talking to an utter dumbass. This, I think, is why Vox is so entertaining, almost intriguing: he is the living embodiment of the term “clever idiot” (or whichever is the proper one).

… Yeah, that was fun to write. =P I wonder what it would be like if he tried to refute what I said again – oh, the promise of hilarity is daunting. (Plus, it would give me a little boost in pageviews, which is always appreciated. Heehee.)