Now then. I KNEW it was just a matter of time before the Inappropriate Girl Gates was bumped from her too-lofty nest as moderator here. Don’t believe a WORD that brat says. She shut down debates that she didn’t get or didn’t agree with or didn’t like. This was the behavior of a hen “who would fly with the eagles.” Downward and splat in a haystack when lucky, in other words.
The debate here was, and remains, “why should we provide valuable private statistics about our lives to a ‘Cecil Adams,’ who is a non-existent fictional character?”
To refresh everyone’s memory: in the course of the debate, I used logic so ironclad as to be titanium-alloy clad, and supplied factual information so undeniable that only the most sparing amount was necessary; my opponents, on the other hand, gurgled out their usual Reubenish half-jokes where submission to superior reasoning would have fit better – were it not for the fact that Reubenism IS a well documented freakish mental condition which renders its poor victims irrational, as brilliantly illustrated among the works of that Great Chicago Psychoanalyst, Meninger.
It was Meninger, right? Not Menninger? Anyway, Cecil Adams, being a fictional character, could not be expected to know. But Ed Zotti, who coincidentally grew up in an Italian neighborhood as supposedly the fictional Cecil did, might.
Anybody who “won’t stop someone from thinking he is the world’s smartest man,” as Zotti was forced to admit in the course of this discussion, probably COULD use a visit to the head klink more than once, and I would not be surprised to hear that so-called “Little Ed” has knocked back more than a few paper cups rattling with pills at a Meninger’s fast-fix franchise in the past. Such an exaggeration is a hard thing to not try to stop someone else from thinking, particularily the soon-to-be ex-wife.
We will refrain from considering the observable nuances in watching a man referring to himself as “Little Ed” while writing in a trance-like state as the character of a fictional being superior to himself, bolstered by the research of a troupe of embittered graduate students.
In the history of this thread so far, only a couple of the participants have shown themselves scot-free of that uniquely American pandemic, Reubenism. Feeble in number yet robust in wisdom, these Superpersons have themselves merely agreed with logic that yes, I provided, but for which I cannot take sole credit – I must here make a silent upwards nod toward The Unendable Judge of Ev’ry Sparrow That Falls, Who partnered with me for the proper address of the subject of this necessarily abandoned thread.
Now that Ms. Big Fat Thread-Closer Gates is not here to abuse the discussion with farm-fresh ripostes about nothing, we shall determine what IQ and concomitant recognition of the value of fair play is the new administrator’s.
By the way, just because “Byelaoraoud” or whatever his name was could find only 2 of his name in the phone books doesn’t mean he wouldn’t find Two Hundred THOUSAND of them all chewing straw and kicking hay on the same sultry afternoon in the country of his name’s origin. What anti-reasoning by which this pesky Reuben-come-lately wouldst deceive.
So. Ed Zotti has already admitted his motive for having initially created the fictional character “Cecil Adams.” He approves of being mistaken for “the world’s smartest man.”
One may fairly determine from the evidence that his mother, hopefully a “Mrs. Zotti,” pleaded with God that Little Ed not grow up to be like Big Ed, his father, whom she may have taken for an idiot… a common epiphany one can hear pop from doors and windows as one strolls a cozy Italian neighborhood within days and years of a wedding (in either direction). But let us not mine this shaft further.
A mother’s prayers being the case, we other species would, if only unconsciously, not quite feel the authenticity in “Cecil Adams” that Little Ed, answering all those candles under the statue of the Virgin Mary, hoped his mother would. We would always find something a little fishy in the weekly submissions to the world by “the world’s smartest man.”
I in my prescience already made pertinent remarks in previous entries that have been borne out once again in the thread “Is that really Cecil?” or whatever it was called. But who listens to ME? I only predicted that nothing much would happen on May 5, 2000, except that GE stock might split into 3. Which it did. What was “Cecil” doing then? Wasting our eyes “debunking” Nostradamus for the thousandth time, or some such silly thing?
Although it is now an accepted fact that there is no “Cecil Adams,” we are STILL being asked to submit very real personal information to a fictional character. Only a Rube would still do that. Inclusively, “Notthemama,” as shown by her contributions, is a Rube. And if her moniker means what I think it means, we are talking a Rube you’d match only by hunting around in the big formaldehyde jars in Meninger’s basement.
And what ABOUT the SDTV show that “Cecil” was supposed to have shown up on but never did? Did the temp they hired to wear the costume flake out?
There is no Cecil Adams. Never was. Never will be. Do not provide personal stats to a Mensa Santa Claus. Get a real person to ask.