I'm finding myself increasingly amused by triallog.blogspot.com
They blather forth with, I have to admit, the sound of conviction, but I'm reminded of Macbeth whenever I read their posts. Should someone be unfamiliar with the Macbeth quote to which I refer (Act 5; Scene 5)
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
How do you get through to someone who believes that they're right, even despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary?
Take this post on trial logs for example. Somehow the author manages to equate the trial of Irwin "Shifty" Schiff to the end times of the United States of America. After he posted, the comments were more of the same sound and fury.
I suppose you can never convince someone who wants so badly to be right about something, anything, that they will believe the most outlandish theories.
I still stand by my belief that they are morons.
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