Holy Mary mother of mercy (if you’ll pardon the expression)! I thought I was past being shocked by the culture warz . . . but these people have an actual, tax-payer supported municipal police officer guarding their God-movie from the Satanic eyes of skeptics? And . . . and . . .they apparently possess a gallery of photos of evil-thinkers who must not be admitted lest another dozen folks get dropped off the rapture list? But despite being control-freaky past the point of pathology, they’re so pathetically incompetent at it that they let slip past them a man who surely has the mark of the Beast stamped all over him in day-glo colors? Ohh, funny . . . scary . . . sad . . . funnyscarysad . . . my head hurts.
Paradoxically, this episode supports the existence of a God. A subtle God; a finesse player; a wit. A God who would multiply not only the loaves, but a fab salmon-based dip.
This is off topic, but I didn’t know where else to put it. I got your book yesterday and have already read it (I’m a fast reader and didn’t put it down). It’s a wonderful tribute to your best buddy. I found your site just about the time Zeke died and I cried along with you then as my own dog had died not too long before that. It’s a moving and beautifully written tale and I’m glad that you decided to write it. Best to you and Becky (oh yeah, the bunny too!)
Ah, what a lovely way to kill a Friday afternoon, reading all over the web about this hilarious occurrence. It couldn’t have been any more perfect if it had been scripted ahead of time! :)
Holy Mary mother of mercy (if you’ll pardon the expression)! I thought I was past being shocked by the culture warz . . . but these people have an actual, tax-payer supported municipal police officer guarding their God-movie from the Satanic eyes of skeptics? And . . . and . . .they apparently possess a gallery of photos of evil-thinkers who must not be admitted lest another dozen folks get dropped off the rapture list? But despite being control-freaky past the point of pathology, they’re so pathetically incompetent at it that they let slip past them a man who surely has the mark of the Beast stamped all over him in day-glo colors? Ohh, funny . . . scary . . . sad . . . funnyscarysad . . . my head hurts.
Dawkins: Theses are not the positivists you are looking for.
Keystone Kop: You’re not the positivists we’re looking for.
Dawkins: Move along.
Keystone Kop: Move along, move along.
It made my day. Irony meters planet wide have maxed out.
lol.
Made my morning, ya did!
I haven’t read PZ in quite a while (he’s too strident for my tastes, actually), but this was just PRICELESS.
Atheist conference: $150
Chumming with Richard Dawkins: $450
Being thrown out of creationist movie, when Dawkins was let in: PRICELESS.
lol, PZ killz
Paradoxically, this episode supports the existence of a God. A subtle God; a finesse player; a wit. A God who would multiply not only the loaves, but a fab salmon-based dip.
Chris,
This is off topic, but I didn’t know where else to put it. I got your book yesterday and have already read it (I’m a fast reader and didn’t put it down). It’s a wonderful tribute to your best buddy. I found your site just about the time Zeke died and I cried along with you then as my own dog had died not too long before that. It’s a moving and beautifully written tale and I’m glad that you decided to write it. Best to you and Becky (oh yeah, the bunny too!)
Ah, what a lovely way to kill a Friday afternoon, reading all over the web about this hilarious occurrence. It couldn’t have been any more perfect if it had been scripted ahead of time! :)
Joy, thank you.
chris, haven’t been following PZ lately, but this really is fascinating. thanks for the post.
Jeez, the event has even been memorialized in Wikipedia!
Twice!
They totally deserve each other.