Note the year, too.

Although, to be perfectly correct, we aren’t descendants of theirs…we’re distant cousins.

The New York City Skeptics sent me a t-shirt today, and at last I have the candidate I want.

I know, I know, you’re all thinking that there’s one little problem with the guy — he’s British.^* I’m sure we can sneak a little amendment through real fast — we’ll tell everyone it’s to let Schwarzenegger run, and do a quick last minute swap.

^*He’s also dead, but he’ll still do a better job than the clown in office right now.

While I’m not much of a fan of country western music, I might warm to it more if the AM radio back home were this interesting in its choice of subjects. (Warning! Working man’s language and rural sexism ahead!)

But do I really have to share equal billing with Ben Stein?

They’re so far ahead, it’s almost April 2nd there right now. And they have taken an important next step: they have passed regulations requiring the reading of disclaimers at church services:

Congregants should be aware of the gaps and/or problems in the Catholic theory of transubstantiation, including, but not limited to, the Protestant notion that the bread and wine are merely symbolic, the opinions of other religions on the life of Christ, and the lack of conclusive scientific evidence available to support this theory.

This is excellent news. I only hope our country can some day follow suit.

Guess what the Top 10 Creationist Discoveries of All Time are? OK, it’s an April Fool’s joke, and the list is actually a fairly common summary of real, widely held opinions that you run into all the time if you engage with creationists, which means the real funny part is in the comments. People are offended by the list.

Even when I was nought but a wee gamete, I was an intrusive little bastard.

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Mark Mathis is going to get quite a shock next time the full moon rises, too.

It wasn’t just Wilkins’ catalog of the atrocities. It was the sudden realization that if Wilkins can post from one day in the future, there’s no reason Darwin’s influence couldn’t extend back into the past.

OK, enough. Everyone is sending me a link to this comic, but your efforts are misplaced. You need to send it to Ben Stein or Mark Mathis or Walt Ruloff — I’m not in the market.

You know that if I encourage this sort of thing, there will be a rising chorus of voices on the web screaming at me to shut up, don’t you?