Dont Believe It for a Second; Darwin Didnt Even Believe It === The specious religion of our day is not the remnant of Absolute Truth that was handed down to us from Adam, who walked side and side and talked face to face with God, but rather is the muck-and-crapshoot-worshipping nonsense dreamt up by the ever-flatulent, ever psychotic, serially emotionally disturbed Charles Darwin. I think sitting around pondering how the beaks of finches can provide a tenable cosmogony would make any of us lose our ability to digest food (resulting in chronic gas, as Darwin suffered), sleep or think cogent thoughts. Think how many worship without question the ravings of a single lunatic whose ideas have had a very short 200-year trip around the world for verification, and on whose trip it has been revealed that this little theory is as much supported by error and outright fraud as it is anything else. Ill worship the testimony of 40+ (wo)men who lived across 1500 years, spoke 3 languages, lived on 3 continents and ran the gamut of king, fugitive, fisherman, lawyer, doctor, historian, politician, prophet(ess) and the like. And yet with pretentious, flamboyant braggadocio the pagans of our day have the degenerated temerity to accuse others not as gullible as they are for having questionable beliefs. I say degenerated in the same sense that one robber tells another how much courage it will take to rob a certain target of thievery. Yes, virtue among thieves and other types of respectable characteristics of the coarsest of coarse rabble among us. //+ In 1839, Darwin married his first cousin Emma Wedgwook +// Like a Democrat accusing a Republican of being sympathetic to the cause of the KKK, when the KKK was the nearly official terrorist wing of The Democrat Party for so many decades, and when the longest serving Congressman in history, a Democrat, was a Grand Keagle Dragon Teradactyl thingy in the KKK and who was eulogized by none other than Bill Clinton, so the irony of liberals worshipping the sick and unsubstantiable ideologies of a incestuous nut job named Charles Darwin. The palpable irony of the true phenomenon of the modern day liberal is sweet to behold. //+ As a young man Darwin had uncommon strength and endurance. During the Beagle expedition, he endured rough seas, primitive conditions on overland treks and rode spirited horses with the roughest gauchos in Argentina. Whenever he encountered a mountain on his inland treks, he usually climbed it. Yet a few years later, he was afflicted with almost daily weakness, vomiting, and chronic fatigue.—*R. Milner, Encyclopedia of Evolution (1990), p. 113. +// //+ According to Colp, Darwins weakness, nausea, inability to work, depression, insomnia, and other symptoms were all part of a complex psychosomatic condition brought on by deep conflicts about his lifework. As Colp sees it, Darwins theorizing about evolution injured his health because he saw too many conflicts in his theories. Colp says that Darwin even experienced an identity crisis as a result of his emotional turmoil. Colp decided that the physical problems started when Darwin began his theorizing, and worsened thereafter. Colp believes it was this guilt and ambivalence that kept Darwin for years from writing his book, until he did it to keep Wallace from obtaining prior credit ahead of himself. +// So you see, not even Darwin believed this nonsense. But, then again, he thought possibly when the die is cast, and the crap is shot, maybe just maybe something about it might make somebody famous and certainly if that was going to happen, he wanted the fame to be awarded to him himself. Brilliant. Not. pathlights/ce_encyclopedia/Encyclopedia/20hist06.htm
Posted on: Fri, 23 Jan 2015 22:45:50 +0000
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