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Yahoo!News ^ | October 10, 2005 | E.J. Mundell

[mlc9852]

MONDAY, Oct. 10 (HealthDay News) -- Head to the American Museum of Natural History's Web site, and you'll see the major draw this fall is a splashy exhibit on dinosaurs.

And not just any dinosaurs, but two-legged carnivorous, feathered "theropods" like the 30-inch-tall Bambiraptor -- somewhat less cuddly than its namesake.

The heyday of the theropods, which included scaly terrors like T. rex and velociraptor, stretched from the late Triassic (220 million years ago) to the late Cretaceous (65 million years ago) periods.

[Lurking Libertarian]

More on Jewish views of evolution here.

[b_sharp]

"Selection is a label given to an observation. It may appear tautological in popular science writing, but it is shorthand for an observation, not a logical argument

If you check my first response I said pretty much the same thing.

"It's a problem with the definition not the process."

from here

[b_sharp]

"I'm afraid I spent far too much time watching chickens as a child. Now my bird watching is confined to spicy or mild."

I love animals too. Unfortunately, my stomach can no longer handle them spicy.

[Junior]

Can you find even one Hebrew scholar who does not believe that the day in Genesis one is a literal 24 hour day? I'll even accept one who supports evolution.

I see you've completely forgotten the posts I made to you in this regard on another thread. It's true, creationists have no long-term memory.

To all the lurkers out there, he's already been answered on this one, but he's evidently suffered brain damage sometime in the past, so anything he says should be taken with a grain of salt.

[js1138]

Naming name and telling tales

[b_sharp]

There is actually more to it. One fall when I was 10 my cousin Wally and I were 'tossing chickens' (like tossing dwarfs but easier) when one of the dumb beasts took a quick flight into the side of the barn, breaking a wing in the process. (I won't say who the thrower was, but I'm sure you can guess) We ran around trying to figure out what to do about the broken chicken - we were trying to hide it - when we got a call from my aunt to do some chores. One of the chores was to catch and kill a chicken for supper. With a huge sigh of relief I realized we had been saved from punishment by karma of the most fortuitous kind. Or so I thought.

Catching supper was quite easy, since it was still where we stashed it in an old schoolhouse. However when we went to get the axe, Wally handed it to me. I handed it back to him explaining that I had never killed a chicken before and really, really didn't want to start. He explained to me the very logical reason for me to be the executioner and handed the axe back to me.

I can still remember the chicken starring at me while Wally held it with it's neck on the top of the chopping stump. It was only a 5lb axe, but as I lifted it, it felt much much heavier, straining my poor little 10 year old muscles. I only lifted it about a foot and a half above the chicken's neck then simply dropped it with my eyes wide open, (I wanted to close them but thought I might hit my foot if I did) hoping I would either kill the animal quickly or miss completely. It did neither. The axe didn't even go half way though the neck, leaving the damn chicken alive and kicking. I dropped the axe and ran into the house crying my eyes out. My cousin killed the chicken for me, came into the house and explained to my concerned grandmother, in the most unflattering terms if memory serves, why I was crying. He has never let me forget the incident.

[js1138]

My parents just lopped their heads off and hung the writhing carcass on a clothesline feet first.

These were critters that had tried to kill me so I wasn't particularly upset.

[WildTurkey]

Either you or she is lying, but, if she and you continue talking, please keep me informed.

He gave a name. You originally gave?

[b_sharp]

"My parents just lopped their heads off and hung the writhing carcass on a clothesline feet first.

I have no idea how my aunt and uncle did it; when I was there it was always Wally or his older brother Francis who did the chopping. I guess they were still young enough to get a kick out of the headless chicken's running around. I always found it amazing.

"These were critters that had tried to kill me so I wasn't particularly upset.

That's the difference between city critters like me and farm critters like you, different realities when it comes to animals. Farm critters are more practical.

[RunningWolf]

Oh, look, again a creationist lies about what evolution states. What a shock.

Agree this is absurd newsgatherer? You are accused of lying about what evolution states, but the person accusing you never says what evolution states.

This is part of the gambit here as it were. You are put on trial against the theory of evolution by the prognosticators of this cult.

The 'gambit' what it is, is Goofy gobbledygook cosmo-evo evo cosmo cult thinking tactics and logic of the flying spaghetti monster.

The great minds cosmo-evo evo-cosmo cult of flying spaghetti monster /sarc>

Wolf

[js1138]

Actually my father was an M.D., but he grew up on a farm and had difficulty giving it up.

[js1138]

Why single out just one lie? How about the museum lie?

All newsgatherer has to do is what a couple of us have done -- contact the museum directly and ask them if their docents (if they have them) are handing out misinformation.

[b_sharp]

Living on the prairies I got quite a mix of experiences. I was born in and lived most of my life in a city of about 150,000 people, surrounded by grain farms. When I was 10 -12 I lived with my grandparents on the edge of a town of about 600 people where most of my friends and all of my relatives in the area were farmers. As a teenager of 17 I moved up to my mother's acreage for a year.

I believe I got the best of both worlds (except for the pig barn cleanup I had to do on my mother's acreage,...ewww).

[b_sharp]

My father was a lowly accountant who hated farms.

I've gotta run for the night. Things to do, chickens to kill, you know,...stuff.

[longshadow]

I had cousins that lived on a farm who loved teaching their city slicker cousin all the ins and outs of farm life....

I knew a guy who grew up on a chicken farm. He once told me that while he had no objection to eating chicken now that he was an adult, he nevertheless exhibited one quirk when ordering chicken in a restaurant: when the restaurant offered two pieces of chicken, he insisted on being served two breast, or two thighs, FROM THE SAME SIDE OF THE CHICKEN, e.g., he'd order two LEFT breasts, or two RIGHT thighs.

I found this very curious, so I asked the obvious question: "Why order the same parts from the same side of the chicken?"

He replied: "Because a chicken only has one left thight, or one right breast, so if I order two of the same parts from the same side of the chicken, it requires two chickens, not one. Thus, it assures the maximum number of chickens had to die to serve my meal, and there's nothing in this world I hate more than a live chicken!"

[Liberal Classic]

That was funny, and sad, and poingent all rolled into one. I don't know what word I'd use to describe it, but thanks for sharing it.

I can't top it, but I do have a little story from when I was about the same age as you were. I was kind of a city boy, but my uncle and grandfather were outdoorsmen so I've hunted and cleaned game fowl. One day I invited a friend over for dinner. My grandmother was making roast dove. My friend has never had dove, but I guaranteed he would like it because grandma was such a good cook.

As soon as the plate was set in front of him, we all instantly knew something was wrong. There was no outward expression, but his eyes betrayed something deep welling up inside him. He excused himself and made a beeline for the bathroom. I don't suppose he had confronted the idea of where food came from, and to his eyes he was looking at nothing but a crispy bird carcass with the head and feet lopped off. Grampa and I spilt his portion (not wanting it to go to waste) while grandma went to go check on him. We cleared the table, and I think grandma boiled him a hot dog.

[RunningWolf]

The museum argument I don't know about. Until I check it out myself ether side has equal validity.

The 'gambit', thinking, tactics, and logic I do not attribute those things to you because believe it or not, I don't think you do that.

Wolf

[Liberal Classic]

Literalism is not only misleading but is also a disservice to the cause of the Bible itself. It forces the Bible to compete as science, and in such a competition it cannot win. In a scientific age such as ours the Bible will never be accepted as science by educated people. What is more, attempting to secure acceptance for it as science is hardly worthwhile, for this would divert attention away from the Bible's religious message to details which from a religious point of view are trivial. The religious message is precisely the realm in which science cannot compete, and those devoted to the cause of the Bible would do far better service to their cause by stressing its unique religious message. To the religious person it makes little difference whether the world was created in six days or several billion years.

Beautilfully stated. Thank you for the link.

[Donald Rumsfeld Fan]

That circumstance should be very hard to explain by someone who like you has a religious horror of evolution. Should be, but isn't. A liar for the Lord simply pretends that problem doesn't exist. Gaps, you see. Gaps, everywhere. Gaps! Gaps! As far as the eye can see, holes!! Holes on holes! Holes in holes! Whole lotta holes

I haven't the foggiest idea what you're talking about.

[LogicWings]

stop the thunderous applause thingy

Oh let him, this was gloriously entertaining. Newspaper has puppy crap all over his face and doesn't even know it. It was fun to watch.