Self-proclaimed logician, tireless defender of racism and bard (Dr) John “Tingtong” Ray has taken GrodsCorp to task* over this post, which he incorrectly describes as an “attack”:

And note that they attacked ME, not any of the facts and arguments that I have put forward. What they have written is, in short, a confession of complete intellectual failure. They hate the truths that I have highlighted but they were so unable to refute those truths that all they could manage was an attempt to shoot the messenger.

My post was, in fact, ridiculing the messenger — or, more precisely, linking to some writings of his that took care of that task more than sufficiently.

In any case, it’s hard to identify the “facts”, “arguments” and “truths” Ray claims to have highlighted in his unintentionally uproarious post, Stray thoughts about my life**, so refuting them is doubly difficult. But since he asked so nicely, I’ll humour him:

1. Being “so pro-Indian that my house is full of them” is no refutation of the multitudinous claims that you are a racist.
2. Your son is indeed a lucky man, bequeathed as he has been with your secret to stockmarket success — I’ll keep an eye out for his name in BRW’s Rich List. But comparing yourself to a “certain wise Jew”? You’re not remotely Christ-like, Tingtong, and it’s fair to say Jesus would be convulsing in his tomb Heaven if he were silly enough to read your blogs.
3. Begging for food or money requires a certain abandonment of dignity, which can be justified in many cases by necessity. Begging shamelessly for an honorary degree is among the most pathetic things I’ve ever witnessed a grown man do.

As for this:

And it is therefore MOST amusing that one of my recent Leftist critics had obviously trawled at great length through my autobiographical data looking for “dirt” and was able to come up with? Can you guess? Can you guess what he found to criticize? He criticized my POETRY!!

The link to Ray’s treasure-trove of poetry is displayed prominently in the sidebar of this website, which is named (ironically, one would assume) “John Ray’s academic writings”.

Finally, we have this declaration:

So you might see why I don’t take attacks on me personally very seriously.

And this cavalier shrug-of-the-shoulders is found floating in a swamp of how many words? Two-thousand one-hundred and forty-four***.

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This post, by pseudo-academic, racist wingnut and man-of-a-thousand-insane-blogs “Dr” John Ray, is the most unintentionally hilarious thing I’ve read in years.

Ricky Gervais, eat your heart out.

UPDATE: I take it back. His poetry is even funnier. Here’s a taste:

SWEET MUSIC
Ting tong, tingtong
The air melts in song
The song of sad happiness
The song of old sadness

Slow, fast, slowfast
The word of the last
Man on earth singing
A song heavenwards winging.

Vogons the universe over are writhing in disgust.

Further reading: The Happy Revolutionary demolished John Ray in this post last year — still a terrific (and amusing) read for those who haven’t seen it.