What sort of atheist are you, knocking Darwin like that? How could you, man? Shame on you! Devolution, dying humanity. Wow—how do you do that? All that matters is what the consensus on evolution is within biology. What do you suppose it is? And neither do biologists.
The point about Cro-Magnon man is that evidence shows that the human brain nothing to do with the whale, since we want to compare oranges with oranges, not oranges with apples has decreased in size as time went on. Show me that the consensus about evolution has changed due to this information. If not, why are you wasting my time with it? Brainwashing is when you DO accept ideas without proof. The process of science is all about discarding old ideas that have been proven wrong, and admitting knowledge can increase as mankind learns more and more.
Science is about evidence and is based on facts. You fail at all of this. You are fucking stupid. There is no way of getting out of this accusation; it is as close to an absolute, proven fact, that an honest assessment of the situation can get.
Ignorance is merely the lack of knowledge. I cannot blame someone for merely not knowing some random piece of shit, or not being exposed to information. No, this is something fucking different, far fucking worse. What you stand not only accused of, but proven guilty of, shits and pisses all over the innocence of simple ignorance and goes into the dark territory of deceit and fucking lies.
This is wilful ignorance. This is prideful ignorance. Do I want to blame you for it? When your elders, and priests, and preachers, and the unqualified crank pseudo-scientific quasi-philosophers they get to back them up, have all conspired to brainwash you into thinking this is a good thing? Yes, I fucking do. You have made a choice to stay ignorant, and be happy with it. Why do I bother with you?
Just why? Why do I drag myself down to that sort of level? I have a fucking masters degree. I took four years out of my life learning quantum mechanics; management; nuclear physics; organic, inorganic, analytical, green, environmental, atmospheric chemistry; mathematics; and a fuck-ton of life skills and problem solving skills possessed by a tiny fraction of people.
I can write, I can draw, I can play and compose music, and I can program a computer to do a little fucking jig.
I can do most of that without getting my cock trapped in a blender, too. I wrote a whopping four-hundred-fucking-page book to get a doctorate. To get that far, I was locked in a room with two experts who read it and who spent nearly three hours ripping it to shreds and finding any excuse they could not to give the final award to me.
I fucking starved. I stayed up late and got up early. All to get that. Some days I hate those little shits, but to be fair to them, one day a good chunk of them will also be locked in that room with a pair of experts, shitting themselves and wanting to all go away. They will come out of it alive, as One Of Us, and they will fucking well deserve every bit of it. I am a cog in that academic and scientific machine, and damn well proud of it.
By every conceivable metric, I am at the top of the grey matter tree. There are no transitional forms. Got that one? Need it dumbed down further?
Fuck off. You would ignore it anyway. Every single word in this extensive rant has been compressed in my head into a single thought; a thought that fires in my brain every time I see you slack-jawed fuck-tards speak, or type, or even making a motion to open your mouths or put fingers to a keyboard.
You repeat mantras that have been refuted countless times. Were you there? Really, it proves nothing. I means nothing. Even if you ever get around to addressing any of the countless refutations to this simplistic fucking bullshit, all you can ever come up with is restating the point again, or whining about some other pathetic and irrelevant detail, or — and with fucking depressing regularity — spouting some bullshit about how people like me are suppressing your freedom. You know what?
Go fucking jump off a bridge, and test your freedom to not believe in gravity. Literally, go do that now. You want to know why? So where does that place you in that pecking order? I mean, seriously, you intentionally avoid learning. You avoid understanding.
You actively train yourself to not understand and you fucking revel in all this. Even worse, you seem to think this actually qualifies you more. Get with the fucking programme already; if you cannot comprehend basic facts, you cannot expect to be invited to the debating table as an equal. I would love, genuinely love, to help raise you up to being on my level. I would love it.
I would tell you to read X, Y and Z. It would fall onintentionally deaf ears. Well fuck off. Fuck the fuck off.
Fucking fuck the fucking fuck off. Lube up some vegetables in your own bullshit and cram it.
You think this is my attempt to prove you wrong? This is my attempt to degrade and belittle you, your beliefs and your reasons all in one. You lost this good and hard the day science started digging through the geological column. They want to keep you that way because you buy into their shit, with money.
Your actual hard-earned money. You actually value these people with your working time. You go out, slog away in some backwater burger-flipping hell hole and actually give part of your monetary reward to people who want to keep you stupid. You pay them. You donate to them. You buy their books and DVDs that they produce for fuck-all money and sell at a premium.
Seriously, how much money does it cost Ray Comfort to show up to a college campus with a cheap camcorder to make one of his derp fests? Fuck all. Your cash.
The misfortune of the wise is better than the prosperity of the fool. But still, one wonders how this suffering woman—a committed Christian, by the way—could ever achieve supreme happiness knowing that the son she continued to love was destined to be lost forever without any future hope of redemption. All the way from Africa to Jerusalem, traveling by chariot 1, miles, in a day when there were no airplanes. Thank you so much Surraiya. Mackintosh and J. They go rocketing by so fast.
Follow the fucking money, right? You show this crap to your kids so they grow up stupid and buy more DVDs and books by the Comforts and the Hovinds and the Hams and the Gishes of this world. No fucking joke here, there are actually people with more coherent and rational beliefs in their head being secured in mental health wards.