@Shirakawasuna,
It seems, on the evidence, that you have an obsession with accusations of cowardice. I presume this is in the service of broadly hinting that you yourself are a courageous person which is hardly a conclusion any sensible A2Ker could come to after reading your incoherent, uneducated and infantile blurts from your safe ego cocoon on a thread where you know in advance that I am not only on my own, like Horatio on the bridge holding back a mob of heathens, and where I have resisted numerous invitations, often couched in vituperative invective, to run away.
In actual fact you have been run away from the thread for a considerable period of time during which I have fought the good fight, single-handedly and unrelentingly and without fear of the anti-creat claque the bullying numbers of which you are hiding in and which slings sticks and stones of insult my way to the extent that they have scared off, apart from gunga and occasionally Francis, any supporters I may have.
I am well aware that the concept of the disinterested scientist, the alien visitor, is an ideal type. A myth even. But it is a myth which has, at the least, the virtue of giving expression to the need for such an ideal. To retain in mind the myth is necessary to reduce the effect of the subjective plague. I fully accept that the subjective plague is the condition in which we live but to lose sight of the myth of the alien visitor is to condemn us to confusion and to the subjectivities of the powerful.
There is nothing "quaint" about it. It has been the long-time, fundamental scientific project to counter the errors of the subjective plague. Its failings only serve to remind us to keep it ever in our minds.
As with all ideal types, the pure form is impossible in human affairs. One cannot even distill water enough to remove all contamination. We are involved in a world as a predicament rather than a spectacle. Our scientific attempt to free us from the predicament will never succeed if a bunch of wimps reject this myth of the disinterested scientist.
We are all located in the predicament of our language from which it is impossible to escape in much the same way that psychologists say we are located inescapably in the predicament of our infantile sexuality. Your posts demonstrate that sufficiently.
We can only view the world through the system of linguistic concepts and sensibilities (Sense and Sensibility) conditioned in early life. While no scientist can throw off this conditioning it is incumbent upon him to try even though he knows it to be an impossible and even a dangerous task. There is no sense than any anti-creats on here have ever dared to take the risk and least of all yourself as you seek solace in numbers and crude insults.
But it is a mistake to reject the myth.
If we reject it as an absurdity, as the alien visitor is, and as you do, there is no reason to reject any aspect of the subjective plague and then there is no escape from the confusion generated by the multiplicity of subjective power sources, which is a feature of a democratic system and especially ones with high rates of relationship breakdown, and each of these power sources will employ slick wordsmiths to retail its subjectivities in as plausible a fashion as they can manage.
Haute Bullshit so to speak.
What is cowardly is the resigned and supine prostration before the confusion and the endless variations of unco-ordinated ethical principles which can, and are, constantly invoked and counter invoked to approve or condemn anything anybody wishes and from which they can choose as suits their clothing in a subjectivity orgy, and which logically outcomes in a resigned, yellow jellybaby acceptance of anarchy for its own sake, or to hide behind, and possibly leading to financial meltdown, and where any self-indulgent selections are merely little bits of the confusion pulled out like rabbits from a hat, accompanied by a wan and sheepish apology that "every case should be judged on its own merits".
It is the armchair revolutionary position. Not a shred of fight. No real strategy. Just sitting there, safe and sound, with a silly revolution in its head the principle characteristic of which is whatever it wants, like a baby, to suit this or that subjectivity which it happens to be thinking about at the time.
The real revolutionary would have no truck with such a powder-puff, playtime, piece of piss-in-the-panties, puff-ball poltoonery.