@rosborne979,
Quote:A Creation Geology Conference... Hahahahahaha Smile That's rich. What's next, the Flat Earth Moon program where you walk to the edge and jump off to get to the moon.
Gee--that was really funny I thought. You would need to cry if you thought it wasn't. It's the latest version of what ros used to mutter to his mates on the back row of the pews when Holyjoe was up on his hinder legs. A sarcasm made more biting when hissed quietly in an almost silent rebellion against those forces hindering getting downtown on the rollerskates to check out the talent on a fine spring morning. There to be played, as fishermen do with their fly, tempted, hooked, netted, landed, coshed, gutted and fried in whatever the latest ******* thing in cooking oil is, garlic flavoured I hope, and served up to public view as what the well-bred woman has for a gopher. To do all those tasks such a lady finds tiresome. He has to live in because he might only be sometimes here when wanted and that's tiresome too. It can be avoided by only engaging in homosexual unions. Or engaging in no unions at all. Or putting your foot down.
And thus ros was the wit. Wit his pals liked to hear. Or he might be copying other wits and pretending he's a wit. Then he's a half-wit logically. And that's only if the copied wit was original and hadn't been copied itself. And so on ad absurdum. So half-wit is a compliment actually. Maybe ros will take me off Ignore now.
Quote:What's next, the Flat Earth Moon program where you walk to the edge and jump off to get to the moon.
It is witty I admit. Moon=the talent. This Holyjoe's system is too slow. But I would have changed the first "moon" to "space" so that the crass solecism of having two moons in one sentence is avoided.
And the bottom line of the Faustian scientific spirit is precisely walking to the edge, running now and again, and jumping off into clear, limitless space searching for the "moon". We got there figurativly with Marilyn, Ms Collins in her prime, Marlene (fill in name to taste), and literally. Playing golf up there as well.
The question is--can we live with the Faustian scientific spirit without governance? Which begs two more.
If it is to be governed then what with?
If not, what will it be like for our descendents?
I was exposed to those types of witticisms at a very early age and through up till now. I may even have expressed a few myself when a tender little hand was rigidly holding my wrist or some other gesture of resistance inspired by religion. What would geologists do to ensure that a decent modicum of resistance be maintained at its already low level? You really would get walking to the edge, blindfold, and jumping off at the moon. It does have a dark side.