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Gordon Greene - June 4, 2009
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(No genetic material were harmed in the posting of this response)
The sole purpose of this comment is to offend Star-Trek-Lovin', Monkey-Huggin', Marvel-Comic-Readin' evil-utionist wackos, as well as Christian-Bashin', Pope-slammin', pocket-protector-wearin', nerd-bucket, Atheists. This poster not responsible for so-called moderate evo-atheists feelings who feel they've been caught in the crossfire (there's no crossfire here… you can't "half" believe in God). This response posted by a God-fearin', Church-goin', 6-Literal-Day-Creation-believin', Bible-thumpin', Pew-jumpin', Jesus-freak. Any Atheist interested in worshipping the Flying-Spaghetti-Monster will have to consult Little Dickie Dawkins for instruction. NOTE: MY OPINION IS SUBJECT TO STAY THE SAME WITHOUT NOTICE… You see; if you don't believe what you say, then it can't be called a "belief", now can it?

The Super-Secret Pseudo-Fictional World of Joe-Evo-Atheist

I liked myself a little Star Trek when I was a kid. Most of us did. Have you noticed that most Evil-utionists/Atheists and various blends of the two can't stay away from the Trekkie conventions? I mean, they never let it go! They seem to be obsessed with UFO's, Bigfoot, Paranormal activity… frankly, anything fictional. This is strange when you think about it. They talk to us God-fearin' folk like we've lost our minds yet they love them some Sci-Fi channel like it's a purdy girl!

'Course, I got me a little theory myself (in the scientific sense… since it's based on a whole lotta fact! (I'm a-gonna write real stooped-like so you'uns kin read it on the 'puter like ya' thank we'uns really conversate) Well, here goes!

When you ponder that evil-ution gobbledygook fer more 'an a second you git to unnerstandin' one thang: 'ppears a whole lot like one o' them there faky religions. Let me 'splain…

You got some overanxious moo-ron with a pair o' tweezers and a pen-knife diggin' up a heap o' dirt and draggin' out some ol' bones, then he goes an' claims they got somethin' wrote on 'em ain't nobody kin 'cipher but the smart feller what went an' dug 'em up. Then you got some other feller readin' the same bones an' comin' up with a tee-totally differ'nt set o' answers all-together. Then when the first feller sez his answer is more better than the second one, they jes' settle on somethin' somewhere's in betwixt the two. The two of 'em hauls off an' tells the Guvmint they got themselves somethin' speshul, an' next thing you know they got 'em a boat-load o' cash so they's kin look fer more bones, an' them firstest bones is a' sittin' up in some fancy buildin' with folks a-passin' thru it worshippin' dem dried-up ol' bones like they was some god 'er sumpin'!

Look… I'll make it plain and simple. You show me the evidence - I mean shore-'nuff clear evidence of evil-ution and we'll talk. I mean the real deal, not some fish you point to with an appendage resembling Peter Brady's left ear (in a really dark-lit room). Otherwise, you're wasting both of our time.

"But, Mr. moron, foolish, ignoramus, 'Christian' dude… we most assuredly did speak the truth to you in earnest and you and you won't listen!!!"


Well, no… You didn't. What you've done is rant about something you read in a book and argued with me about what the true meaning of "Theory" is (are… whatever). You're full of plenty of questions but won't answer a single, solitary direct question without pooping your arrogance all over the page, and frankly; I'm tired of smelling it.

Let's talk when you're ready to quit asking me to be so open-minded my brains fall out, all the while clinching your over-extended intellect so tightly, explosive diarrhea wouldn't have a rats' chance in Hades of squirting out.

Peace, love and spaghetti-monsters

Gordon Greene

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