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  1. Lago says

    And I thought Pat went over the deep end when he put on leather pants and sang, “No more Mister Nice Guy”…

  2. says

    Well, I suppose after you’ve had that much plastic surgery, it’s pretty easy to believe in Creationism. Just don’t confuse it with “Intelligent” design.

  3. Molly, NYC says

    . . . this theory . . . starts with a wish, a desire, proceeds through a ludicrous construction or process, and leads to a preposterous conclusion.

    Boone’s words, and weirdly enough, he’s referring to evolution, not ID.

  4. ROF says

    So, perhaps it was a dyslexic dog who made him sing his signature song “Evol Letters in the Dnas?”

    o
    o

  5. Roy says

    My online dictionary defines ‘pat’ as ‘simple and somewhat glib or unconvincing’.

    Why else would they call him Pat Boone?

  6. Torbjörn Larsson says

    A Saturday Creationist theme? Admittedly their clade belongs to the invertebrates, but wouldn’t the cephalopods complain about creationisms absence of intelligence and photogenic appearances?

    Now, since Dembski likes his flatulence and Behe his butt propellar, perhaps a Saturday Clown theme would make it more appealing. Already Bozo the Clown has the three properties creationism lacks.

  7. Torbjörn Larsson says

    A Saturday Creationist theme? Admittedly their clade belongs to the invertebrates, but wouldn’t the cephalopods complain about creationisms absence of intelligence and photogenic appearances?

    Now, since Dembski likes his flatulence and Behe his butt propellar, perhaps a Saturday Clown theme would make it more appealing. Already Bozo the Clown has the three properties creationism lacks.

  8. Brian X says

    Interesting that Pat Boone should invoke Johnny Carson… I would imagine Johnny, rationalist that he was, would take something of a “Yeah, whatever” attitude towards such a thing…

  9. 386sx says

    In one of his many excellent and substantive mailings, D. James Kennedy drew my attention to…

    A pair of shiny headlights?

    Some years ago, Johnny Carson had a lady on his “Tonight Show” who had a large collection of potato chips, each of which she said resembled some famous person. And if you looked at the chip from a certain angle, and maybe squinted just right, you could see what she was referring to.

    More analogies, more lost irony. I blame Richard Dawkins for all of this, BTW.