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Creationist BS, shiny flash webpage edition September 21, 2007

Posted by Evil Bender in Origins, Religion, Science, wingnuts.
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Gmail’s add feature brought Out of Thin Air to my attention. The webpage has very little detail, but is run by a fundie outfit out of SoCal. It’s “thesis”–if a tiny, pathetic claim can be so defined–is to show that National Geographic was wrong by saying Darwin was right. How exciting! So what is their grand evidence?

Well, it turns out we don’t get to find out. To do that, you need to attend the four-day conference. There isn’t one near me, so I can’t go, but I’ll predict I know what they’re going to say already.

Day 1: Does God Exist? Absolutely! And we know this because the Bible, which God wrote, tells us He does. Flawless!

Day 2: What is the secret of our ancient past? That the world is 6,000 years old–and so some 190 thousand years after the emergence of homo sapien.

Day 3:  What happened to make all those fossils? A giant flood that just happened to bury everything in perfect order.

Day 4: What is answer to life, the universe, and everything? 42. I mean Jesus. (Rumor has it day 5 would reveal the question to be”which religious figure is most likely to appear on my bagel?” but they ran out of time)

Why am I so confident? Because I know creationists. No new arguments, no real research, just “come to our seminar and hear the same discredited lies over and over.”

If anyone finds a conference synopsis of has one near you, I’d like to hear how it goes.

Comments»

1. littlehootowl - September 22, 2007

There are several within 10 miles of me. I’d go, but I’d just ask questions and make people uncomfortable as they try to justify their circular logic.

2. Rev. BigDumbChimp - September 24, 2007

Closest one to me is 83 miles away. but unfortunately (or fortunately) I’ll be out of the state that day doing something more important. Namely drinking and eating taking photos and maybe playing some golf with my family in the Mountains.

Oh well. I’m probably saving myself a few braincells drinking bourbon with my brother instead of listening to this drivel.