I recently received an email from someone complaining about my blog regarding Lorriane Scott which has prompted me to write this entry.
The premise of this lady's email (and by "lady" I mean someone with a name that is commonly associated with a person of the female gender, refers to being married to a husband who should "kick the shit out of (me)" and chooses to use words that most ladies would not) was that I should be "shut-up" and "censored" and that my "opinions not facts" should be "banned from publishing".
But first, a little back story. This lady had complained that I would "dare interfer(sic) with a charity event that was going to help cancer victims" (I suspect that people who have died as a result of cancer won't benefit much from cancer research so technically her claim is wrong). In simply responding with a link to my "I was wrong, I am sorry" blog entry, she promptly responded with a "You should never have posted the first one to start with..." and "you should delete all your stories about psychics cause your (sic) wrong psychics exist".
It was clear to me that she had not even taken the time to read my entry about being wrong and sorry as I am not sorry and I don't feel that I was wrong in applying a skeptical eye to what the "Relay for Life" team was doing at their fundraiser.
I still believe that we should not simply toss all skepticism aside for things like this - the ends don't justify the means when the means can, themselves, cause substantial harm. I took the time to write her a lengthy email stating that 1.) Censorship is wrong, 2.) I would defend her right to the death (her death, really) for her to say whatever she wanted, but, 3.) If she states something stupid, I'm going to laugh at her.
Adding to that, I suggested that the proposition that psychics exist, that people can predict the future and that faith healers exist is silly and (thanks Adam Sandler) they're all going to laugh at you.
Her reply? "Your a stupid idiot never email me again."
To restate my point - the minute that I lose the ability to question your stupid claims, you lose the ability to make them. I'd prefer the opportunity for a laugh.