Hey, theistic evolutionists, you have a new pal and representative: Dinesh D’Souza. Doesn’t that just make you want to reevaluate your philosophical foundations?

Don’t worry too much about it. D’Souza is a spectacular twit of a theistic evolutionist. He reveals his endorsement of evolution because he likes Sam Brownback (Strike 1!). He’s not at all informed about the debate because he thinks there are only two possibilities — you either accept evolution, or you’re a Young Earth Creationist (Strike 2!). And he endorses a particularly shallow form of NOMA—”Evolution provides a convincing account for transitions from one life form to another, and God breathed souls into us humans, just like the Bible says,” in which he accepts biblical authority without much thought (Strike 3!).

Maybe it’s hasty to call him a theistic evolutionist—there’s no sign that he’s put a moment’s thought into either the “theistic” part or the “evolution” part. I hate to say it because it is extremely slanderous, but perhaps we just ought to label him a — don’t say these words aloud if there are children about — “conservative pundit.” Bleh, ick, ptui.

Minuscule, even. Flea-sized. How else am I to interpret Dinesh D’Souza’s challenge that he should pick on someone his own size, meaning D’Souza? I’ve heard D’Souza. He’s a babbling pipsqueak. But now he thinks he is a worthy opponent to confront Hitchens, because all the pastors that Hitchens knocks aside as if wielding the jawbone of an ass are such weak and timid little flowers.

Besides, Hitchens is tough and mean. Pastors are inhbited because of their position. They can’t respond in kind. So Hitchens can call them names but they can’t call him names because they have to show Christian forbearance.

Weird. Check out the Reverend Phelps sometime, or look back at the arrogance and slander of Falwell or Dobson or Robertson. I hate to defend Christians, but good grief…Martin Luther King? William Jennings Bryan? John Brown? Jonathan Edwards? I don’t think we should automatically assume we can simply blame wilting Christian forbearance for their failures before the rhetorical onslaught of Hitchens (or Dawkins or any of the other Furies of Atheism, for that matter), since we know at least some are capable of throwing thunderbolts from the pulpit. Rather, we should find fault with their pathetic arguments, and experience shows that D’Souza is capable of waving around a pathetic argument with all the self-confidence of a clown armed with a bladder on a stick.

Despite his pompous bragging about how he’d be a worthy opponent, I don’t think I’d be that interested in seeing Bambi meet Godzilla again.

Falwell may be dead, but his legacy continues. In fact, if I believed in demonic possession, I’d say his fiendish soul has popped into the body of a Polish woman (Kinky! Perhaps he had sublimated desires which he now indulges), Ewa Sowinska. Sowinska is a “chilren’s rights watchdog”, and she is concerned about a certain popular children’s program.

In comments reminiscent of criticism by the late U.S. evangelist Jerry Falwell, she was quoted as saying: “I noticed (Tinky Winky) has a lady’s purse, but I didn’t realize he’s a boy.”

“At first I thought the purse would be a burden for this Teletubby … Later I learned that this may have a homosexual undertone.”

And the government responds!

Polish Education Minister Roman Giertych has proposed laws sacking teachers who promote “homosexual lifestyle” and banning “homo-agitation” in schools.

Hmmm. Giertych, Giertych, Giertych…that name rings a bell. Oh, yeah…he’s that Polish creationist!

Isn’t it kind of amazing how multiple kinds of ignorance tend to cluster in certain individuals? It’s like they’re just stupid or something.

By “we”, I mean me and Richard Dawkins. I can’t even imagine the volume of tripe that has to be flowing into his mailbox, but sometimes people send their important missives to both Dawkins and me (of course, I’m just an afterthought; the body of the letter is usually addressed to you-know-who). I’ve put the latest example below the fold—it is mildly amusing and definitely weird.

The formatting of the text is exactly as received.

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He told on me! That wicked rat-fink has
reported me to the provost of my university, and now I’m a-tremblin’ in my pajamas. Here’s the text of the letter he claims to have sent in, revealing my perfidy to the administration.

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A reader sent in a request that I post a reply to an old article. How old? From June 2005. I’d almost forgotten this old quack, but Cindy Lee had to remind me.

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I completely missed it — Chuck Norris made a couple of roundhouse face kicks at godless evolutionists last week, and I didn’t even notice. Apparently, we’ve been trying to outlaw Christianity, and Norris has scuttled that plan by exposing our devious strategy of being sufficiently literate to write books, and sending our kids to summer camps that lack religious indoctrination.

Zachary Moore has the complete breakdown of the Atheist Conspiracy’s 5-year plan. Now’s the part where I laugh my movie villain laugh and taunt my feeble, brain-damaged opponent as I launch my nefarious onslaught. “You are helpless to stop me, Chuck Norris! Bwahahahahaha!”

“But wait, what’s this? Your young sidekick, here to wreak vengeance for his master’s defeat? And it’s…Kirk Cameron??!?!? Bwahahaha! Hahahaha! Bwaha…<villain laughs himself into an apoplectic stroke, writhes helplessly on the ground>”

The day is only saved for villainy because Cameron rushes forward to punch himself repeatedly in the face, while Norris incontinently soaks his pants and whimpers for the nurse to bring him a mallowmar.

It brings to mind Voltaire’s comment:

I have never made but one prayer to God, a very short one: “O Lord make my enemies ridiculous.” And God granted it.

Atheist’s prayers must be particularly potent, because god has responded with extravagant excess.

Guess who’s building an Ark on top of Mt Ararat in Turkey now?

Greenpeace.

Normally, I like the goals of Greenpeace, but I have to wonder what blissed-out ditz thought that the appeal to fairy tales from an overrated book was a good tactic.