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Today, my craven toadies, I think it would be fun if you would all call James White’s radio show and have a total Chris Crocker meltdown on air, weeping and pleading for him and the Fanboys to “Leave Mark alone!”. This would accomplish two things. First, it would fill James with the drug he craves most dearly: the sense that he is the Intellectual Superior of all Mortal Flesh. Two: it would be funny as hell to watch AOMinions all agree with one another like Politburo members that “Roman Catholic apologists” were clearly not up to the task of coping with White’s reviews of books he doesn’t deign to read.

By the way, did you know there is really and truly a site called AOMinions? Me neither.

You know my problem? I’ve been entirely too lenient with you, my slavish orcs. When was the last time *you* patrolled the web, seeking any suggestion that your Beloved Master is capable of error and then hasting to crush it like a young scorpion with blustery pre-emptive defenses of some ignorant pronouncement of mine (not that I’m actually capable of ignorance, of course)? You should hang your head in *shame*, the lot of you. James White has minions who do that sort of thing for him all the time, while all I have is your lickspittle assurances of your cringing adulation. .If you *really* cared, you’d be running around the web, filling up comboxes with threads that argue stuff like “Just because Mark hasn’t read your book doesn’t mean he can’t refute it. It was written by That Guy. What else do you need to know? And I don’t need to read it either, because Mark told me what to think about it. Mark’s read (and refuted, without any errors whatsoever) a lot of other books so he doesn’t need to read this one before refuting it.” You’d *never* acknowledge so much as the possibility, much less the fact, that I had ever ever *ever* been wrong about anything ever. And you’d be pro-active about it. And do it in packs. And then you’d high five each other about your mutual brilliance and bask in the reflected glory of Me, your unquestioned Master.

There! Now you’ve done it. My Eye is tearing up! Why can’t my minions be as cool as the AOMinions! Oh, the shame of it! I’ll be in my Fortress of Solitude, brooding.