HAVE you ever wondered why creationists are so oblivious to reason? Why they’re so amazingly blind to facts? Why they continue to insist on their peculiar version of reality?
We attempted to explain the situation here: Debating Creationists: The Big Lie, but that didn’t go far enough. We’ve finally figured it out.
You’ve all seen Doctor Strangelove, and you remember the part where General Jack D. Ripper reveals his motivation to Major Mandrake. This is from the movie script:
Okay, that’s enough to refresh your memory. Now imagine that Ripper was right — we’ve all been victims of a gigantic plot. But it’s not merely the commies — it’s the Darwinists! They control the commies, of course.
You learn of this (on the internet) and you switch to drinking only pure distilled water. Before long, the drug that has been clouding your mind is purged from your body. You have purified your essence and you can see reality for the first time in your life.
What you see is that all the people in the public school system, all of academia, all the scientists — they have tails! And they have horns on their heads! Yes — they’re Satan’s servants! You can see it clearly, and you understand — at last! — that they’ve been operating a giant conspiracy to indoctrinate everyone with the devil’s lies!
But they can’t fool you any more. Your eyes have been opened. You know them for what they are. You know The Truth™.
What should you do? First, you stop listening to their lies. Whatever they say, you ignore it. You’ve become immune to their false doctrines. You take every opportunity to speak out, to post on their websites, to inform your blinded neighbors that everything they’ve been told is false. It’s your duty to do this. For the good of all mankind, the evil must be exposed!
That, dear reader, is how creationists think. That is why you’ll never convince them they’re wrong. It’s why they’re not even listening to what you say.
So the next time you encounter a creationist, think of General Jack D. Ripper. That’s what you’re dealing with.
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