Put a couple of illustrators together to draw superheroes, each one able to defeat the previous one, and what do you get? Weirdness. Especially when one of the superheroes is…The Creationist.
The ability to make evidence disappear sounds powerful, until you realize that all it really is is the ability to close his eyes very tightly.
All right, this comic convinces me that the tactics of godless rationalism and saintly religion are indistinguishable.
(I’ll also be curious to see how many creationists overlook the sarcasm and accuse me of wanting to torture them on the rack…)
Here’s a useful formula devised by Jessa to evaluate creationist hate mail, called the Creationist Rant Absurdity Phenomenon Index:
CRAP Index = M + 10(µ + Ω + I) + 10(F + σ + ρ) + (H)(1.0 x 106)
Where:
M = number of words in all capitals
µ = number of misspelled words
Ω = number of superfluous quotes around words or phrases
I = number of exclamation points
F = number of factually incorrect statements
σ = number of times the words “Darwinist,” “evolutionist,” etc. are used (double points for “evilutionist”)
ρ = number of insults
H = number of statements that the recipient is going to/will burn in/will rot in Hell
Somebody needs to code up a mail plug-in that will automatically score incoming mail for me…although I fear that F, σ, and ρ are probably difficult for software to recognize at this point. I also think there ought to be extra points for sequential exclamation points. Maybe we need a simplified index that is machine-calcuable.
Here are a few ideas. Myself, I don’t have a “Mohammed”, but I have decided to call any trip to the bathroom a Hajj.
…but I was afraid of what they might find.
Those cats are just everywhere — now lolcats can has science. Even worse, it’s dominated by geology LOLcats. Geologists are too abrasive and intrusive to have a sense of humor, and it takes ages for them to tell a joke.
I do have something to say to physics cat, though.
Here, kitty kitty. I have a box, a geiger counter, and some cyanide for you.
Hank Fox sent me the link to this lovely little ditty. I don’t know why he didn’t forward it to Bill O’Reilly or Bill Donohue.
I hope you have headphones if you try to listen to this in a public place. And do try to avoid singing along.
On that appeal to you sentimental bastards, let me mention another thing: a webblogger in this holiday season in difficult straits. It’s going to get uglier still in the future, I suspect, since this collapsing housing bubble is going to hurt a lot of people in real estate, finance, property management, etc. Kevin Hayden of the American Street is in that position — if anyone can help him out, please do.
For the War on Christmas.
