Because of a time warp, this post is appearing several hours earlier than intended. Keep reading and you’ll understand.
As we told you in The Ten-Day Countdown Begins today, 01 April is the launch date for the Curmudgeon’s secretly developed space craft which is intelligently designed to avoid the limitations of sinful secular science. Our ship is powered by a faith-based propulsion system. Because it’s divinely driven, its speed is unlimited! We wouldn’t try to fool you — [*cough, cough*] — about something as important as this.
The last ten days were spent stocking the ship with supplies for a year-long voyage, sufficient for your Curmudgeon and his two splendid Dobermans, Argos (a/k/a Aaaargh!) and Miss Scarlett, so we could boldly go where no man — or dog — has gone before.
We asked for your suggestions about the name of the ship and its destination. Many excellent suggestions were offered, but after much prayerful consideration, we decided that the ship should be nameless, and its destination should be decided by the designer of the universe, which was also powering the ship.
At the stroke of midnight, when April First began, we went to the flood-lit launch field, led the dogs up the retractable stairs into the ship, and strapped ourself into the acceleration couch. The dogs settled into their deeply padded doggie beds. After a final check of all instruments, we reached for the Launch lever and fearlessly activated the Divine Drive™. Then we passed out.
Upon awakening, the first thing we noticed was gravity. It felt normal. Where were we? Then we looked at the clock. It was still April First, and only a few hours had passed. But time meant nothing with our Divine Drive™. We could be anywhere!
After unstrapping from the acceleration couch, we went to a porthole and looked outside. To our astonishment, it looked like the launch site!
Then we understood. The intelligent designer — blessed be he! — had taken us to the one place in the universe which was made for intelligent life — Earth! Verily, it is the Privileged Planet! Everything the creationists have been saying is true.
Joyously we deployed the ramp, descended the stairs, and stood on firm ground, followed by Argos and Miss Scarlett. We solemnly said: “One small step for a man, eight smaller steps for the dogs.” And we thought of the line from the end of the Wizard of Oz:
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