The war of words between Harris critics and Harris fanatics goes on unabated.
The latest blogger to take up arms in defence of Dr
Tsk, tsk, such an attack of the vapours ill-becomes a member of our glorious Fourth Estate.
But soft what light through yonder window breaks? It is the East and Byrnes is about to deliver a poignant soliloquy extolling the virtues of his hero:
"I think he has been one of the most principled MPs in parliament, sticking to his convictions and standing up for a true-liberal view of free speech - and of the idea of liberty itself."
Forgive my irreverant laughter.
I appreciate Evan Harris, really I do. He is sweet and polite and kind, all these things are true. But your humble blogger appreciates him for what he really is, a masterful politician albeit one without a seat at the moment, not the curiously bloodless saint of misty-eyed Secularist imagination.
Sholto and the Spooksters' Evan is a fearless champion of liberty, a man who boldly campaigns alongside Rowan Atkinson for unfettered free speech.
My Evan is a man who picks his libertarian battles carefully, one so committed to liberty that he declined to support the late David Taylor's attempt to guarantee free speech for Christians in the Coroners and Justice Bill debate.
Their Evan is an unremitting foe of discrimation and bigotry everywhere.
My Evan is an honorary associate of the National Secular Society, a position he comfortably shares with that well-known opponent of anti-Catholicism, Mary Honeyball and Baroness "tell the poor to have fewer children" Flather.
Their Evan is the stuff of gushing hagiography who appears in dazzling white raiment at Skeptic events, spreading the Gospel of Science and Enlightenment to faith school-educated primitives.
Mine is a chess devotee and nifty political mover, a man with a cool, calculating cast of mind and a steady, watchful gaze, yet also a man who is strangely thin-skinned - he terms mild criticisms "attacks" - and seems to surround himself with fawning devotees.
Naturally I prefer my Evan Harris. The spooksters' Evan is a boring goody-goody. Mine at least has the benefit of verisimilitude.