"If you're going to call Christians to task for the Ken Ham's of the world, you've got to answer for the Prof. Protsch's. "
We do. We say he is wrong. We say what is wrong. We condemn his results and we let everyone know it.
You want to try the same thing with Mr. Ham, Gish, Behe, etc.?
(nice to see you again, but you sure are grumpy today :=).
Hey furball, how's it going (It just doesn't seem proper to say "Furball, What's Up?")?
As you figured out from the subsequent posts, I was kind of grumpy because the usual canards were being rolled out, the standard accusations of a junior high nature were being tossed around, and I was just tired of it.
But to quote Monty Python "I got better." So, does the fact that John Cleese was turned in to a newt and got better prove the supernatural, or is it a sly way for evolutionists to slip their theories under the radar in a movie called "The Holy Grail?"
It's too bad all the evo crowd can put out are these patently awful documentaries, with professors sporting that deer-in-the-headlights stare, droning on endlessly about the wonderful pictorial renditions of tyrannosaurusses eating tricerotops who unfortunately got stuck after goring a brontosaurus who scared the archaeopteryx into leaving her nest eggs which were promptly eaten by velociraptors which could be an analogy for the lack of pension plans in Britain's current strong, pro-capitalist push to deny even the simplest of securities to the working class man who only wants to grab a cuppa on the way to the Woking public library before taking the bus home to his corgi dog.
At least we produce entertainment that's enjoyable.
Work on the stiffs within the scientific community willya?