@farmerman,
Quote:Ill tell ya, A2k doesn't get the best Creationist adversaries on the "Evo/Devo" culture wars. We get the second and third strings.
Give us an idea what the first stringers are like and explain how they would be the sort of challenge you prefer to take on as being more appropriate to your superior intellect and not cause you to resort to hiding them on Ignore or feel the need to have your hair cut again.
Just for a change fm--answer that you silly old moocow.
And while we are privileged to be in the presence of your first string input (another inside out assertion) tell us what evolutionary advantage truth has over error.
And why Gaia theory is necessarily animist as you said it was.
And what you would suggest to replace religious belief and practice.
You're a short, wet length of discarded cotton thread of the lowest denier such as is used to stitch the gusset reinforcement of the upmarket knickers.
You can't even do ******* insults any better than you could at 12. Which goes to show what evo can achieve when applied with fervour.
It's a good job little tweaks of psychological pleasure don't have the same effect on the cranial container as sugar lumps do on the body. Otherwise your head would look like the gasometer at the Oval cricket ground does when it's fully charged.
That's why pride is a greater sin than gluttony. There's a self regulating mechanism in gluttony and lust and there is not for pride. Pride is infinitely extensible. It will even use women as a billboard to trumpet its excellence to the world deeming it unfitting for itself to do the job.
Hence pride is a greater danger than gluttony or lust in the Christian perspective. None of the deadly sins have any meaning in an atheist perspective but pride cannot be checked as gluttony and lust can. Pride has no self-regulating mechanism.
One might easily see why Media never mentions pride as a seriously destructive agent in society and prefers to distract itself by a morbid, terrier-like, focus on lesser depravities and lesser dangers. Overdo lust and you are spark out for week. Overdo gluttony and worse things than that are in store.
And an overweening sense of pride comes over whenever a spokesperson of the scientific profession appears on our screens in a carefully directed scene with mathematically designed, to a certain extent at least, animations. They are full of it.
Beware of the fuckers is all I'm saying. They can seep up through the floor and in at the perfectly carpentered closed door and before you know it you're up to your neck.
And they couldn't make one drop of Barbadillo Oloroso starting from where the IDers started. They would hunt down every last bottle and destroy them out of sheer frustrated envy.