KGS, I don’t think you’re crazy.
However, I do think you’re a dipshit, and what’s more, you’re a coward.
Der Trihs may or may not be an asshole; he is certainly abrasive, as one would expect from his chosen approach (paraphrased from earlier in this thread, he does not apologize for disagreeing), but, A, he always plays by the rules in GD, and, B, on this subject, he is right much more often than he is wrong. It’s difficult to see, because he is so savagely blunt, and makes no concessions for the limitations of his opponents.
But he still plays fair, and he reads, understands, and responds directly to what they say. If you actually had anything resembling a legitimate argument to make, if you had actual evidence, you could have hashed it out and gotten traction in GD. Der Trihs may be next to impossible to convince, but then, that is the correct position on this subject. He is right. There is no evidence for God (or gods), souls, psychic powers, supernatural senses, otherworldly creatures, or anything else. Zero. Nothing. Zip. Now, if you believe you have some, bring it. Let’s see it. Subject it to scrutiny. And if it’s real, if it’s legit, I have every confidence, that Trihs would concede it, because he may be obnoxious, but he’s not stupid, either. Evidence is evidence. If you got it, show it.
But you don’t. Your thread is a tiresome pile of nonsense, the same frantic hand-waving by a spiritualist desperate to find some justification for his misperceptions that we have seen time and time again here. I tried to read it, but I gave up after a while because there was obviously going to be nothing new. But from what I saw, it was clear: you got your ass handed to you. You were taken apart. You were cut into pieces, seasoned, cooked, and gnawed to the bone, and your meatless carcass was thrown to the dogs. You had nothing, and you have nothing.
But you couldn’t face that, and you couldn’t continue facing your opponents with your pathetic handful of nothing, so you ran in here, into the Pit. You ran in here with your kiddie pool full of mental diarrhea, because here it is safe to fling it about. Here it is safe to not play by the rules, to squeal and stamp your feet and spin in place like an ADHD-addled six year old with a Super Soaker in each hand filled with the aforementioned liquid shit being dribbled from your semifunctional brain. Here, you can get away with what you cannot do in GD.
And that makes you a coward. Either you cannot face your opponents, or you cannot face your own inadequacy, and your own wrongness, so you flee to the safety of the Pit, behind the bulwark labeled “no rules.” It is childish and cowardly and until you knock it off you don’t deserve to be treated with even the tiniest molecule of respect.
Coward.
You are a coward.
Fuck you, you fucking coward.