Keep your eyes on the ball

Keep your eyes on the ball, ladies and gentlemen.

The story so far:

When I started posting documented facts ("Gene
Ward Smith's website www.xenharmony.com has enough
jargon to strip paint from your walls"), the members
of the Alternative Lying List responded with hysterical
name-calling ("you baboon" -- Gene Ward Smith) and vicious
lies ("you imbecile" - Gene Ward Smith).

Members of the ATL have crawled out of the woodwork
to tell every lie about me imaginable and unimaginable.
According to the liars who infest the ATL, I am "a baboon,"
(Gene Ward Smith, Dante Rosati) "mentally deranged" (Dante
Rosati), "[mclaren] has never aquired [sic] the ability
to read a simple sentence" (Daniel J. Wolf), "a kook" (David
Beardsley), "another Hitler" (Gregory Taylor), "everything
mclaren says is wrong" (Carl Lumma), "[mclaren's] posts show
the poverty of his education" (Daniel J. Wolf), "mclaren
is...cognitively challenged" (Jonathan Szanto), and on and
on and on and on and on.

The members of the ATL has told every possible lie and
many impossible lies about me -- I simultaneously "take
a few references out of context" (David Doty)...yet I
"have never aquired [sic] the ability to read a simple
sentence" (Daniel J. Wolf). Carl Lumma says "I'm like a
a kid in a candy stores...I listened to [mclaren's] music
with delight" -- Carl Lumma, 1999) yet Carl Lumma also
claims my music isn't interesting ("the signal-to-noise
ratio is low" -- Carl Lumma, 2004). "No one doubts your
considerable knowledge of microtonality" -- Aaron K.
Johnson, 2004) yet "everything mclaren
says is wrong" -- Carl Lumma, 2004).

Like all liars, the members of the ATL have got a real
problem. They just can't keep their story straight.

One minute I'm deeply respected, the next minute
I'm a nobody. One minute I'm mentally deranged,
the next minute I'm a mastermind who diabolically
twists the evidence with superhuman ingenuity. One
minute I'm unable to read a simple sentence, the next
minute I do nothing other than robotically quote
scientific references from peer-reviewed scientific
journals.

This is a real problem for the members of the ATL.
It's why, in the real microtonal community --
which has nothing to do with the ATL -- there's
considerable debate about whether to call the
ATL "The Alternative Lying List" or "The Alternative
Wanking List."

As I pointed out To Gene "Woolly-Headed Numerology"
Smith and Dante Rosati, both of them have lied and
lied and lied and over and over again in public
about me, and this creates a serious mathematical
quandary for them.

Telling lies is not sustainable because for each
lie, the liar must tell two more to cover up
the old lies and make them seem credible. And
so we see that Dante Rosati has first told
the lie that I am "a baboon" but when that lie
didn't work out, he tried to debate me on the
facts. Then when that didn't work out he switched
to another lie -- I hurl "invective." But that
didn't work out either, because my so-called
invective is nothing more than the documented
facts, because I have done nothing more than
point out that Dante Rosati has lied and lied
and lied and lied and lied in public.

Gene Smith tried to tell the lie that I was
an "imbecile" and that one blew up in his
face when I asked to provide evidence to
prove that I'm mentally defective. So then
Gene Ward Smith tried to tell the lie that
I was "a baboon." That didn't work out
either, because I then asked Gene Smith
for proof. So then Gene Smith tried to
claim that I am a crackpot...and that didn't
work out either, because Gene Ward Smith
was unable to answer the question: "Why
does asking for proof make me a crackpot?
Why is applying facts and logic the
sign of a crackpot?"

Gene Ward Smith has lied and lied and lied,
and each time the lies blew up in his
face. So he has found himself forced to
tell more lies to cover up his old lies.

But this doesn't work either, as Dante
Rosati ("you baboon") and Gene Ward
Smith ("you imbecile") have now discovered.

First the liar finds himself to tell two
lies...then two more to cover up each
li,e making four new lies...then 8 new
lies, then 16, then 32, then 64...soon
the liar cannot find enough time in the
day to tell al lthe lies he needs to tell
to make his old lies seem credible.

Carl Lumma has suffered from this
geometric explosion of lies worst of
all, for Carl first tried to tell the
lie that I said Carl was a blubbering
sociopath -- and then when I asked
Carl to show me the evidence that
I had ever said that, Carl found
himself forced to tell another
lies to cover up his old lie:

"everything mclaren says is
wrong" -- and then, when I asked Carl
Lumma for the evidence to prove that
new lie, Carl Lumma responded with
yet another new lie ("the high points
[in mclaren's music] are few and
far between." And when I produced
hard evidence that Carl Lumma
has written a letter to me claiming
exactly the opposite ("I'm like
a kid in a candy store. I listened
to your music with total delight.
(..) I really like it...") Carl
then found himself forced to tell
even more new lies to try to make
his old lies seem credible:

"mclaren has alienated himself
from everyone in the San Diego
Community" -- yet another
laughably false lie, as Bill
Wesley and Joe Monzo and Jeff
Stayton and Jonathan Glasier
and John Chalmers and all the
other members of the San Diego
microtonal community know full
well.

So now Carl Lumma finds himself
forced to tell even more new
lies to cover up all his old
lies..but good ole Carl just
can't tell lies fast enough.

The problem is that as Carl
Lumma tells more and more new
lies, some of his new lies
inevitably conflict with some
of his older lies. This is the pile
of manure Carl Lumma stepped into
when he tried to tell the lie
that he finds my music unimpressive,
for I was quickly and easily able
to pull out an older letter in
which Carl Lumma says the exact
opposite.

But there's no way out of this
dilemma for Carl Lumma. He has
embarked on a pat which requires
him to lie and lie and lie and
lie and lie and lie without
end, and the more lies he
tells, the more his new lies
will inevitably conflict in
some way with his old lies.
It can't be helped. The problem
with telling lies is that a
person like Carl Lumma or
Gene Ward Smith or Dante
Rosati has to try to remember
all the old lies he told in
order to make the new lies
consistent with them.

But as the geometric progression
grows and grows and the liar
finds himself forced to tell
2, then 4, then 8, 16, 32 and
more and more lies, the number
of lies Carl Lumma needs to
tell grows beyond any reasonable
bound. And as a result, Carl
Lumma can't remember all the
old lies he told, and his new
lies inevitably conflict with
things he previously said.

Gene Ward Smith suffers the same
problem -- one moment he calls
me an imbecile, yet the next
moment he tries to debate with
me. If I were really an imbecile,
what would be point of debating
with me?

Dante Rosati suffers from the same
unsolvable problem -- he tells one
lie about me ('you baboon") but
then finds himself forced to back
down and slink away and himiliatingly
crawl off in defeat without being
able to answer any of my questions.
But if I were really a baboon, this
indicates that Dante Rosati must
be even lower than a baboon, does
it not?

Problem upon problem, complexity
upon complexity greet the liar who
attempts to make his lies sound
credible. As Gene Ward Smith
and Carl Lumma and Dante Rosati
have built up their structure
of lies, the structure becomes
taller and more unstable... Soon
it sways and begins to creak, the
structure begins to buckle, it
leans dangerously, and soon the
entire artificial structure of
lies told about me collapses with
a crash.

Soon Dante Rosati finds himself
forced to try to act as though
he never told the lie that I
am a baboon. but how can he
do that? Everyone knows Dante
Rosati indulged in hysterical
name-calling as a substitute
for rational argument, so how
can now try to act as though
it didn't happen?

Gene Ward Smith now finds himself
forced to try to make us all
believe that he never sank to
the level of a six-year child
by calling me "an imbecile" --
but how can he get away with
that? Everyone knows Gene Ward
Smith descended into infantile
name-calling ("you imbecile,"
"you baboon") and when I asked
Gene Ward Smith for evidence
that any of his mathematical
calisthenics have any objectively
verifiable relationship to
real music, he remained as
silent as a 3000-year-old
mummy.

So how does Gene Ward Smith
recover from all the lies he
has told about me? The only
possible way he can recover
is by convincing us that he
didn't say what he said.

But Gene Ward Smith did say
those things. He lied and
lied and lie about me. He
lied in public, not just
once, but over and over
again, and in full public
view Gene Ward Smith descended
to the level of a kindergarten
child, stooping to hysterical
name0-calling ("you imbecile")
instead of offering us a rational
argument.

Each of these members of the ATL
has lied and lied and lied and
lied, and now they find themselves
trapped by their lies. They have
built a prison out of lies, and
they cannot escape from all the
lies they have told.

Meanwhile, I have told nothing
but he absolute truth. I have
stated fact ("Gene Ward Smith's
website www.xenharmony.com has
enough jargon to strip the paint
from your walls") after fact ("Dante
Rosati has indulged in hysterical
name-calling because he has no
rational arguments to offer") after
fact ("unless Carl Lumma can
prove _some_of what he says, we
should not believe _any_ of what
he says -- and since Carl Lumma
has not proved a single one of
the wild claims (that I called
Carl a "blubbering sociopath")
and false charges ("mclaren has
alienated himself from the entire
San Diego microtonal community")
and outright lies ("most of what
mclaren says is wrong"), Carl Lumma
now finds himself trapped by his
lies, imprisoned, crushed, sinking
into a quicksand bog made up of
his own lies.

Keep your eye on the ball, ladies
and genetlemen. Each of these ATL
members (Dante Rosati, Gene Ward
Smith, Carl Lumma) has tried to
tell any lie they thought they
could get away.

Notice the progression of lies:

MCLAREN IS:
Mentally defective ("an imbecile")
Not mentally defective, but subhuman
("a baboon")
Not mentally defective or subhuman,
but a complete ignoramus and fool
("everything mclaren says is wrong")
Not mentally defective or subhuman or
a complete ignoramus & fool, but able
to argue logically although he uses
ad hominem attacks (Aaron K. Johnson)
And finally... the last and most
frantically desperate lie of them all:

Okay, sure, we said mclaren was mentally
defective and that wasn't true, and
then we said mclaren was subhuman and
that didn't pan out, and then we said
mclaren was a complete ignoramus and fool
and that blew up in our faces when he
asked for proof, and then we tried to
convince everyone that mclaren is
actually not what we said at all earlier
but is actually a reasonable person
except for his penchant for ad hominem
attacks... but now we've got it! now
we have it! Now we've finally figured
out the lie that will sink mclaren!

Mclaren is (trumpet fanfare) a rotten
composer!

Whoops...oh boy. Turns out there's hard
evidence in the form of a letter by Carl
Lumma that he actually has a completely
different and much higher opinion of
mclaren's music than he claims. Instead
of finding my microtonal music to be
crap, Carl Lumma actually reacts to
mclaren's microtonal music "like a kid
in a candy store" (Carl's own words)
and he listens to mclaren's music "with
delight" (Carl's own words) and he
says "I really like it" (Carl's own
words).

My oh my oh my oh my oh my.

What are the members of the ATL to do?

They have lied ("you imbecile") and
lied ("you baboon") and lied ("most of
what mclaren says is wrong") and lied
"the high points [in mclaren's music]
are few and far between."

And none of the lies worked out.

So what will these members of the ATL
do next?

Three guesses, ladies and gentlemen.
As Doctor Phil remarks, "The best
predictor of future behavior is relevant
past behavior."

So what do you think, folks?

How about it?

Dante Rosati has lied and lied and lied
about me in the past...what do you think
he'll do now that all his lies have
been disproven and now that he stands
revealed as a contemptible liar and
character assassin? Think he'll suddenly
turn honest?

Three guesses.

Gene "Woolly-Headed Numerology" Smith
has lied and lied and lied and lied and
lied about me in the past...any guesstimates
about what Gene will do to try to cover
up the disastrous impact of all his lies
on his own reputation?
Hmmm. Tough one, huh?

Carl Lumma has lied and lied and lied
about me in the past...now, hoist in
his own petard and caught in multiple
lies ("most of what mclaren says is
wrong" -- show us proof, Carl; "mclaren
has alienated himself from the entire
San Diego microtonal community" -- a
flat-out lie; "[in mclaren's music] the
signal-to-noise- ratio is not
high" -- disproven by Carl Lumma's
own words testifying that he "really
likes" my microtonal music and he
listened "with delight")...what is
Carl Lumma to do?

What do you think, folks?

Think Carl Lumma will suddenly turn
honest?

Think Carl Lumma will stop telling
lies about me?

Think Carl Lumma will magically turn
over a new leaf?

Now that Carl Lumma has been caught
in his spider hole and his entire
bodyguard entourage of lies and distortions
and McCarthy-style smear tactics have
been destroyed, what will Carl Lumma do?

Three guesses.

And THESE are the people you are trying
to defend, Kurt Bigler. These people who
lie and lie and lie, and then when they
get caught in their bold-faced lies,
they just lie some more.

Do you really think you can defend these
people, Aaron Johnson, from the consequences
of their own lies?

Do you actually think you can somehow
prestidigitate away all their lies,
Kurt Bigler and Aaron K. Johnson, and,
like the evil sorceror played by Conrad
Viedt in the 1940 film "The Thief Of
Bagdad," pass the Black Rose Of Forgetfulness
across our eyes and magically make us forget
all the lies and character assassinations
and distortions and vicious personal
attacks and sadistic personal insults these
people have told about me when I merely
dared speak the truth about the ATL
in public...?

Good luck with that one, guys. You'll
need it.
---------
--mclaren

--- In metatuning@yahoogroups.com, "xenharmonic" <xed@e...> wrote:

> Gene Smith tried to tell the lie that I was
> an "imbecile" and that one blew up in his
> face when I asked to provide evidence to
> prove that I'm mentally defective.

Being unable to distinguish hyperbole from mendacity?