For Your Reading Pleasure:
I like cretinists... really, I do.
Yesterday marked the launch of an entirely new carnival over at Radaractive called, amusingly, the "Darwin Is Dead" carnival. Oh yeah: and it began with a whopping five (count 'em: one... two...) submissions of such high quality poo target material that I feel I might spend quite a bit of time over there in the coming days.
Oh, yes: If you feel the self-destructive need to wander over and check out this train wreck, please read the comments (shut of your B.S. meters first).
Dear God... er, unspecified intelligence who art in the totally unspecified happy place... this is going to be FUN!
7 Package(s) of Returned Poo:
You know, six months ago I would have been all over that. I was newly active in the online skeptical arena, and my fresh faced enthusiasm would have had me posting rebuttals on every one of the contributing blogs. Today, recognizing each and every one of those opinions as the same old same old creationist canards, I can't bring myself to enter the fray. It's sad, really. Burn-out comes so quickly. I know you are feeling all revitalized after your hiatus. I would like only to offer this caution. Pace yourself, buddy, we don't want to lose you again.
No worries mate.
I was planning on taking a slightly different angle on these than I have in the past (don't worry: still pooflinging but less time spent on PRATTs). Fearing for my sanity, I won't be dealing with them all at once. They've just been entered into my "things to fling poo at" list for future reference... it's good to have a list so I can always have something to fall back on when I have nothing better to target.
I'm just going to wait for your commentary and the parts posted at other skeptical blogs. I can't stand to read that sort of thing myself. It's like when I try to read Chick Tracts; I start arguing with the text.
You cannot count to infinity. No matter how long you count you will always have a finite set of numbers. Likewise, you cannot have an infinite series of events into the past. You would never reach a beginning, because no matter how long you traveled, you would only traverse a finite set of events.
versus
One through nine, no maybes, no supposes, no fractions. You can't travel in space, you can't go out into space, you know, without, like, you know, uh, with fractions - what are you going to land on - one-quarter, three-eighths? What are you going to do when you go from here to Venus or something? That's dialectic physics.
Which quote is from the carnival, which quote is from Dennis Hopper's character in Apocalypse Now. Hard to tell, isn't it?
Creationism destroys brains.
The end
Don't spend too much time over there yonder. Have to reserve some of the poo flinging for the others. ;)
Rick-Pure and simple the first is creationist dribble, the second is from Dennis Hopper's character. But GOOD LORD IN BUTTER if those don't sound identicle!
I almost feel like throwing a piece of fruit at those creationists and calling them a "MUT"! (Reference what Col Kurtz, played by Marlon Brando, does after Dennis Hopper concludes his lunitic diatribe!)
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