This is precisely my point as well. I pointed that example out not to tweak you on that specific point - again, I'm no physicist, and I actually don't know squat about how spin is characterized - but rather, to point out your behavior. When confronted with a factual rebuttal, instead of acting like an honest participant, you acted just like a crank would. Hence, my lengthy post laying out how pseudoscience peddlers operate. Anyone would get defensive in the face of factual rebuttal, myself included, but you ceased trying to clarify your original point, you only grudgingly acknowledged the point, and then for some odd reason you continued to treat the very people offering you the correct answer as if they were still inferior and ignorant compared to you.
Nobody's looking for humility. Nobody's agitating for apology. All that anyone here is looking for is clarification of the original claim, and a fact based defesnse of it. Instead, we get the behaviors I outlined in my post.
No, I haven't put you on ignore yet, but I'm still tempted to. In the face of a fairly, decently educated crowd, you tried to play as if you were superior and you got slapped down for it. That right there is a signal that what you should do instead of playing superior is attempt to be superior by provding a superior argument. I'm not seeing that at all. Instead, I'm seeing continued obsession over minutiae and minor points. You shouldn't even have cherry picked from my post that single item; that's essentially surrendering the rest of the points I made as being correct.
Explain. Attempt to clarify. Use reason. That is the way to succeed in debate like this.
Ya know, I've only read up to this point thus far on the second page.
Anyone can make the claim they are superior in whatever field. I liken to sports. I grew up on baseball, and even nearly made a professional baseball team once a few year ago.
In sports, when it comes right down to it; if you speak a big game, you better damn well PLAY a big game. Any player who comes out on the field bragging about how "great" of a ball player they are before any game....if they end up committing an error, or whiffing on three straight strikes from the pitcher....they end up looking the complete fool, and will be PWNED by not only the opposing team, but by the spectators themselves (in this case, the "laymen" who know nothing about the subject, such as myself and ElMondoHummus.)
To put it into perspective of my own experience:
I went to a private Catholic school up until 8th grade. As I have said, I grew up playing the game of baseball. I am related to Mike Mussina, who dragged me and my twin brother out to the field every day whether we had practice or not, and would line us up and force us to take turns stepping into the batter's box in order to throw his dirtiest nastiest stuff at us. At the time, we were like 11 or 12, and he was like 20 or 21, and paying for Stanford! lol. But this experience has really made us into fine players.
By the time we were in 7th grade, we went from the elementary school, to the junior/senior high school (the building was 7th-12th.) My twin and I were the tiniest kids in the entire school, and our parents didn't have a lot of money. Needless to say, we were picked on, on a daily basis. But baseball was our life. So we tried out for the team.
Now, the rest of the boys were "popular," and we were not. We were laughed at and harrassed on a daily basis, and so we remained humble. We never even got a chance to show them what we had.
But we grew up with the other kids in our neighborhood. We played together on the same teams since the age of 6, and at the age of 12 (the year before our 7th grade year,) we made it all the way to regionals. We had to win just one more game to make it to the Little League World Series, which happens to be hosted in my hometown.
So, instead of playing for the 7th and 8th grade team, we played for our normal public Little League team. Our coach set up a scrimmage against our school. The rest of the boys knew about the scrimmage, and would tease us, and tell us how terrible we were because of our size. Just plain acting like ********. Little did they know, both my brother and I were the best lead-off hitters in the state (we know this for a fact, because of previous years, and being the leaders in stolen bases.)
Game time: I am first batter up, and the opposing pitcher is the most popular kid in our class. He is also the best basketball player. He's the tallest and the strongest kid in the class. Pretty much the most athletic. This was the ring-leader who talked a big game.
So, I come up, and he turns around and yells for the outfield to move in, and everyone else is yelling "No batter, no batter!!"
Very first pitch was a dumb hanging curve ball out over the plate. I connect with it, and purposely aim for his head. The ball flew like a rocket directly to where I was aiming, and barely got out the way.
My brother comes up, and I steal second on the catcher (who talked about his "great arm!" I then proceeded to steal third, which is the pitcher's third pitch of the game, and the count was 2-0. I then stole home in his fourth pitch. Only time I have ever stolen home in my life. Count is 3-0, and the fifth pitch in the game against my brother, ended up with a solo-HR. We were up 2-0.
By the end of the game, (it ended prematurely, because of the 10 run rule w had decided to implement) we had SLAUGHTERED Bishop Neumann by the score of 27-2. We had scored 15 runs in the last inning of play.
Of course, the coach normally doesn't allow us to run up the score. But he purposely did so this game, because he witnesses the idiotic arrogance of our classmates. He allowed us to continue to hit and steal and walk to knock them down a peg or two, and completely annihilate them.
The next day, most of the kids in the class were too embarrassed to look us in the eye. They know they acted the fools, and paid the price on their unfounded, idiotic, and arrogant pride.
Needless to say, the coach wanted to try out again. We refused, as we had a place to play on a good team. The school's 7th/8th grade team ended up with a record of 2-23, while my team went on to Regional play again, this time for the Senior league.
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