Ok, to Recap:
Moore is obsessed with Bialy. Moore writes 2 separate inane, tedious, vapid, pointless reviews of Bialy's book at Amazon. Moore gets his scientific friends to write a review. But Moore studiously avoids a debate on the merits. Mysteriously, a new , feeble critique of the book by a "Manny Kimmel" emerges just a day ago --- even though Moore claimed he no longer bothers with Amazon. Hapless John gets publically cold-cocked at Amazon by Dr. Lynn Margulis -- an esteemed member of the National Academy of Science, a far superior scientist, and a much classier individual.
Then, for some reason, out of the blue, Moore chooses to advise me (your humble servant) by e-mail that he (and his crew) were done with both Bialy and Amazon. After getting cold-cocked by Dr. Margulis (No, not the nurse from ER, you Goof), I'd be gun-shy too. But then he and I got into it, as seen by the previous 3 installments. My last mild shot to this evasive, Elton John-singing, Cricket-playing, scientific weasel was this:
I don't think most normal scientists operate like this, John.
He then responded:
But then, to be fair, most normal people don't operate like you, Hank/David and the normal rules don't apply when dealing with AIDS denialists.........
To which I promptly ended the conservation as follows: No, the normal rules don't apply when dealing with AIDS.
So, there you have it. The final exchange between myself and Professor J.P. Moore of Cornell University, AIDS guru, right-hand flunky to David Ho, former errand-boy for John Maddox, of Nature.
We've spent at least $100 BILLION dollars on AIDS research over the past 25 years and produced a crop of the most incompetent, scientific poseurs the world has ever seen. There are far more American scientists researching AIDS, then American patients dying from AIDS. To these jokesters, it is an endless cash cow, to be milked forever. Never mind that a few hundred thousand patients -- mostly gay males -- were probably killed with excess doses of toxic AZT, a cancer chemo drug, which alters your DNA. This matters not a whit to these bean-counting, Egg-heads.
Minor unresolved problem, though: Who won this skirmish of wit with the British twit? Did Moore recover from his Julianna Margulies gaffe? Did he effectively parry my thrusts? In short, Who was the windshield, and who was the bug?
Hmmm, I thought. I will proffer a final e-mail to him, suggesting that I publish our exchange. I envisioned 2 possible reactions from him: (a) Sure, go ahead, what do I care? or (b) No, you may not! This was sort of a junior varsity variant of the "Moore assertion." By Moore's reaction to the potential publication, we will learn whether he thinks he did well. If he casually allows me to publish our exchange, he is probably confident. If not, then not.
So I write to him one last time:
You don't mind if I publish this exchange somewhere, do you?
I then went out for a bit, came back to my desk, and found 3 rapid messages from JPM:
2:13: Yes, I object to you publishing what I believed was a private exchange.
2:14: To avoid any ambiguity. Yes, I do mind. And no, you do not have my permission to publish what was portrayed as a private correspondence between two individuals.
Wellllllllllllll, isn't that special! Ole' John is a four-flusher! Bluffing his way thru all this jive and bravado, with nothing but a low pair of deuces. Poseur par excellence!
I guess we have our answer, Hank. This is best the AIDS world has to offer? Oy vey, as my sainted Bubbe used to say. I guess JPM quickly recognized his tactical error, his admission of weakness, his momentary lapse into transparent panic mode. Trying to effectuate a Svengali-like recovery, he writes a third time:
2:19: Actually, I've changed my mind having thought it over for a few minutes. I can see some clear benefits to our side from its publication, so do whatever you want, provided you publish it in its entirety (i.e., without manipulating anything I wrote).
Nice recovery, John, but, really, our side?!!? Don't both "sides" want to cure AIDS? Your "side," the "side" of Phd grown men, who chicken out of debates, fool around on Amazon.com websites, refuse to answer scientific questions, and have failed to produce a vaccine in 20 years, but have wasted a $100 or so billion in the process?
But, there you have it, my gentle readers. The AIDS junior-varsity mafia, unexpurgated, in all its glory, spouting the party line for all to see, without a single, solitary misrepresentation or manipulation of any word exchanged.
You can run, Moore, but you can't hide!