Reflections in a Petri Dish — Oct 21, 2013
Dog Poet Transmitting…….
May your noses always be cold and wet.
Today, I want to start off giving an example of the kind of thing I have to go through around here (grin). Probably well over a hundred times, over the course of time, someone writes in asking me to do research for them. In the past, I would put the simple question in a search engine and instantly come up with whatever they asked me for. This got tiresome. It’s not enough I work for free, relatively, or that all my ads are free, or that I answer several dozen emails every day but… I have to be someone’s research assistant too. Then, when I politely inform this fellow that he can just go to a search engine, he gets nasty and insulting.
First I get this email;
Hi Les, Fascinated by the Zeitgeist film. Tried sharing the video with family members and friends, but they want to deny it on the ground that he doesn’t cite his sources. To a larger extent, this is the attack point for all critics of the blogosphere. Can you point me to some sources that will confirm Mr. Peter Joseph Mercola’s assertions? Particularly on the Jesus/Horus Piscean Avatar info.I sense he is right. Now I want to get to primary historical documents (papyrus would be ideal)
Any help much appreciated.
I reply; I have no idea where to send you but I would imagine you can find everything you need and more than you can read via any search engine. I’ve only seen the film once and that some years ago.
Then I get this;
“Okay, but you’re referencing a YouTube video that makes challenging assertions about the centrality of Jesus as some prime avatar, when he is in fact just one of many. You, Les, who have studied Chaldean writings and M Blavatsky can’t give me one source? This is not a challenge. I am curious, I want sources and I think you should point me to at least one source. Why? Because you post 4 blogs. You should know primary sources for what you claim or allude to, not just provide hyperlinks to some trashy article that supposedly proves your point that evil destroys itself because Mr. Apocalypse is whacking people upside the head. You oscillate between someone who has it together and some bloviating, Birkenstock-wearing hippie, ex-army brat. I’m certain though that you will live to be 106. The good die young.