money-leeching rep-snatching journals (and the people who publish in them) was to introduce me to the whole bogus bolus of Neutrosophy. Which is a holus bolus indeed, capable of sucking any field of science of humanities into its maw by sticking the word 'neutrosophic" in front of it (while drowning all meaning in a sepia mist of neologisms and tergiversation). Try it yourself... Neutrosophic logic! Neutrosophic physics! Neutrosophic golliwology!
one Romanian Neutrosophist is the criminal enterprise that usurped the name of Mitteilungen Klosterneuburg, and Jokull. Another neurosophist favours Jokull and the other hijacked titles Pensée and Wulfenia. To say nothing of that wretched hive of scum and villainy, Lambert Academic Publishing.
Essentially Neutrosophy is Null-Aristotelian logic, but with the serial number filed off the chassis, with less teleportation, and with better taste in clothing.
Its originator is one Florentin Smarandache, who along with 'Caran-d'ache' comprises 40% of a limerick; he is an exponent of the "Philosophy as Performance Artform" school of thought. Since Smarandache mounted the bank he has accrued a network of students and sock-puppets who share the values of that artform (i.e. posturing, self-promotion, self-contradiction and incompetence as an ironic stance).
Van-Vogtian Slan. His students prefer to call him a Renaissance man; Wikipedia editors are far less kind.