Category Archives: Off-topic

Monday Free Fire Zone

This is very unusual. Our kind of news is often slow on weekends, but things always get busy again on Monday. Not this Monday. Our exhaustive news sweeps haven’t found anything.

Actually, that’s good news. The less noise made by creationists, the better. If we never heard from them again, we’d be delighted. But then, what would become of our humble blog? We would retire it, with a final post titled Mission Accomplished! But we don’t think that will be happening any time soon.

So until we find something worthy of our time, we hereby declare another Intellectual Free-Fire Zone. We’re open for the discussion of pretty much anything, science, politics, economics — even astrology, theology, mythology, and sociology — as long as it’s tasteful and interesting. Banter, babble, bicker, bluster, blubber, blather, blab, blurt, burble, boast — say what you will. But avoid flame-wars and beware of the profanity filters.

We now throw open the comments to you, dear reader. Have at it.

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Political Wilderness Free Fire Zone

The Republican National Convention has just ended, and the Democrat Convention starts tomorrow. The news seems to be almost entirely about that, and to make it worse, neither candidate seems to be a creationist, so that subject isn’t being mentioned.

Your Curmudgeon is more opposed to one candidate than the other, but we aren’t excited by either of them — at least for now — so we’re not going to post about politics. Maybe later. But if you want to talk about politics, that’s fine with us.

Therefore we hereby declare another Intellectual Free-Fire Zone. We’re open for the discussion of pretty much anything — science, politics, economics, or even astrology, theology, mythology, and sociology — as long as it’s tasteful and interesting. Banter, babble, bicker, bluster, blubber, blather, blab, blurt, burble, boast — say what you will. But avoid flame-wars and beware of the profanity filters.

We now throw open the comments to you, dear reader. Have at it.

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12 YEARS A KNAVE, by Dr. Swinefat Pink

More than two years have passed, dear reader, since we brought you a new work by this blog’s most popular (and only) guest author — the esteemed “Dr. Swinefat Pink.” His previous work is memorialized in a permanent sidebar of this humble blog.

The good doctor never explains his absences. It’s been rumoured that this time he was imprisoned in an undisclosed country because of his work on a secret mission. We may never know. Anyway, we are pleased to report that Dr.Swinefat Pink is back again! He introduces his latest in his own words:

At last it can be told! From the studios of Retro-Boldfib-Liar (“Ars Gratia Darkness”) comes the cinema event of the century!

With no further introduction, we proudly present Dr. Pink’s latest:

12 YEARS A KNAVE
The Extraordinary TRVE story of Gerbilman Throwup

Our story opens in San Diego, where young Gerbo, a squeaky-voiced geology student and accomplished word-fiddler, is beavering away at his MA in Earth Science. When he receives an invitation to lecture on paleo-magnetism at a local IDEA Club, the unsuspecting Gerbo is delighted and, armed with a newly-minted powerpoint presentation, eagerly trots along for the event — but only to discover it’s a trap set by cunning crypto-Creationists, who gerb-nap the hapless budding geologist and sell him up the river!

Smuggled in manacles to Seattle, Gerbo vainly protests that he is a freethinker, but to no avail: he is sold to Westie Gored, the brutal master of the notorious Tooter Plantation. Given the slave name of ‘Prat’ and bludgeoned almost senseless by their blather, Gerbo is forced to toil 16 hours a day chain-ganged in the insalubrious Quote-Mines of ENVy, wrenching data points out of context from PLOS ONE with his bare hands. And woe betide the slave who does not fill his daily quota of distortions and misrepresentations — for such must then face a brutal flogging from the Behe Cat o’ Nine Flagella!

Fed on nothing more than the thin gruel of junk DNA, and barely able to cover his intellectual nakedness with threadbare scraps of religious apologetics, Gerbo almost loses the will to live. But his word-fiddling talent for fashioning unfathomable pretzels out of distorted logic has come to the attention of another Discoveroid, Judge Klingon, who sets him a new and even more arduous task: rewriting the Dover decision into a Creationist victory!

And while working on this interminable screed, Gerbo falls in love with Annie, the lab-slave forced to pleasure the Tooter masters in the unspeakable Greenscreen Cabin. Desperate to win his own freedom and hers, Gerbo writes increasingly bizarre and incomprehensible blog posts in the hope that their very incredulity will alert someone — anyone! — in the outside world that such tosh could only be penned against his will by a man held in bondage. But alas, Gerbo finds that he can’t out-crazy the Tooter masters.

And finally, Gerbo goes completely deranged himself. Reduced to a gibbering wreck by 12 years of churning out asinine analogies, insane syllogisms, Byzantine legal arguments, obtuse opinions, idiotic intuitions and moronic metaphysics, Gerbo is discarded by the heartless Tooters as a worthless, burned-out husk.

History does not record under which rock Gerbo then crawled to hide his shame …

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Brexit Vote Free Fire Zone

The last (and only) time we mentioned the UK vote on leaving the European Union was Discoveroids, British Independence, and Darwin, and that was because the Discoveroids made a bizarre analogy of the EU to the “bullying” behavior of evolutionists. Somehow it generated an ark-load of comments.

There’s no other news going on today, and the UK is voting right now. Results will soon be in, so go ahead and discuss Brexit — if you like. If not, we hereby declare another Intellectual Free-Fire Zone.

We’re open for the discussion of pretty much anything — science, politics, economics, or even astrology, theology, mythology, and sociology — as long as it’s tasteful and interesting. Banter, babble, bicker, bluster, blubber, blather, blab, blurt, burble, boast — say what you will. But avoid flame-wars and beware of the profanity filters.

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