A number of months ago I received a very gracious invitation to speak at the Q conference, this year to be held in Denver. I wrote back, saying that I was interested, but mentioned that they might want to google my name or something — for not everyone in their circles thinks I am wonderful. One assumes they did their due diligence because the invitation remained on the table, and so I attended the conference late last week.
The organizers were competent, gracious, organized, helpful, and really impressive. Because the talks are so short, there are far more moving parts than most conferences have, and their administrative skills were really of a high order. I appreciated their willingness to have someone like me come and say a few words (about gun ownership as a civic virtue), with those words presented alongside the words of Preston Sprinkle, an advocate of Christian non-violence who spoke right after me. You know, a both sides presented sort of thing.
Incidentally, Preston and I had a great time visiting beforehand, and I really enjoyed our interaction on stage. Sometime in the next few days, I hope to answer a challenge that he mounted on Luke 22:36-38, where he said that all the commentaries were against me. That was one solid point he raised that we didn’t get to deal with because of time.
In the meantime, it turns out that a number of people didn’t read their conference info beforehand very carefully, because there was only the occasional squawk running up to the conference. But once the event hit, and there I was, so to speak, Twitter sprang into action, doing what Twitter does best, which is to yell.
What did I think of the other talks? Some were impressive (Kevin Kelly), some were beyond magnificent (Brian and Julie Mavis), and some were economically illiterate harangues (Adam Thomason). In short, if it had anything to do with gender, it was a compromised muddle, and if it had anything to do with race, the speakers were presented with a small lake of assembled white guilt, and invited to churn around on it in their respective paddle boats.
As I also noted the other day, there is nothing whiter than white guilt. The one racial stereotype that is still invisible to most everyone these days is the highly choreographed dance of guilt management. But guilt dances, and virtue-signaling, and propitiatory preening deal with nothing effectively.
And at the end of the day, the whole thing collapses — for example, white supremacy was defined from the stage in such a generic and ubiquitous way that it wasn’t even a sin anymore. And although they didn’t mean to create that way of escape, they most certainly did. Talk about letting us off easy . . .
All that said, Q Denver really did have a range of speakers across a wide spectrum. I commend them for being more consistent in their commitments than some of their fans apparently are, and I thank them again for the invitation.