Ha, ha! The miserable wankers over at Eschaton are still talking about me! While this boosts my ego enormously, I shouldn't take too much pleasure in it, knowing what my presence there cost them in terms of their dignity and the embarrassment to their shallow understanding of the world.
Thus, I can hardly blame Duncan Black for banning me. It's his prerogative. I know I wouldn't want someone refuting and challenging and mocking me day after day on my dime. But that's the burden that being wrong entails. With his groupies, especially, the frustration in being bitch-slapped all the time usually manifested itself in throwing foul-mouthed and ad hominem garbage at me. But, when you got nothing, what's to be expected?
I'd wish the commenters there a Happy Fourth, but it looks like a lot of them are feeling too much hatred towards their own country today for me to bother.