replies to the collection of atoms designated "Sam Harris" and tries to persuade him to stop babbling nonsense.
Someday I hope Flynn gives up this nonsense of writing award winning fiction and publishing one great novel after another and finds his true calling: explaining Thomistic philosophy to materialist New Atheist dunderheads.
Also, how can I ever publish fiction when anything I even dream of attempting pales next to his work? It's intimidating, dammit!
Read the whole thing.
(Via Catholic and Enjoying It!.)