There’s not a lot you can say about Ophelia Benson that has not been said before. She has the rare distinction of being the only freefromthoughtblogger that is capable of being even more intellectually incoherent than Greg Laden. Parallel logic anyone? Or maybe some epistemic relativism? Or how about “it’s not a Godwin when I do it”?

Of all of the repetitious reality poisoning that the Talking Prune peddles, none obsesses her to quite the same degree as the gyno-podiatry booby trap I buried deep inside an old slimepit thread where her offence truffle pigs would really have to dig for it – and dig they did, presenting it to her with squeals of triumph. What has come to pass, I now refer to as Ophelia’s Calvary – it is my gift to her, the gift of eternal martyrdom and wailing. It is not a trivial gift. I challenge anyone to match my generosity. (more…)