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Friday, April 16, 2004
 | Since Boston
Well life has certainly gotten away from me since Boston. I have been frantically busy. I just finished a post-review draft of a software document at work but have to gather more info and comments come Monday, so I'll use the weekend to do a lot of other writing. Most readers are, by turns, amazed, disgusted, and entertained by the high-jinks I report from the FFF. |
On my return, I had the journal of the trip to update. So I missed a new poster (actually an old poster under an assumed name) who got on a soapbox with the semi-troll Melvin and started berating bloggers. His name? Henry's Blog For all his ranting against blogs, he certainly has read mine over and over, with a magnifying glass. As I updated the journal of the trip, he went off on a tangent on each update to accuse me of all my sins. Of course, as I was not aware of the thread, I guess it fell a little flat.
What amazes me is that these IFB preachers overlook things like adultery, pornography, the molesting of children, gross ignorance in the pulpit, lack of accountability, but staunch Henry went after me with this amazing post: Re: She carries her own sheets!Flannel ones!!. He was quite indignant about my reference to changing hotel sheets with my own sheets, a fury that puzzled other readers who didn;t quite get why he was so mad. Henry followed up with this: the second Re: She carries her own sheets!Flannel ones!! post, a post in which he states that he spends about 40 nights a year in hotels and always uses the hotel sheets.
Wow, Henry! Forty nights a year? You must have a job that requires you to travel. Hey, are you an evangelist by any chance?
However, IFB hardness of heart has not softened since my trip. My account of Maria, my therapist at the Wellness Spa, in which I discussed her amazing account of being able to forgive the father who had raped her, was quickly reduced by the pro-Hyles clone Over it to an accusation that I visit massage parlors. And Marty Braemer reduced my account of talking to all kinds of different people in Boston, including giving a declaration of the mercy of God to the gracious Lis Sladen (who also gave me a good word of wise advice), to mere scorn for enjoying Doctor Who.
But other than a new round of spittin' and fightin', not much else is new. No new accounts of child molesting...yet. And Thornhill has not posted the next installment of the Godfrey letter. Maybe he has finished it.
