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Aug. 17, 2008 No matter who you are, no matter what belief system you embrace, you must feel at least some sympathy – nay, pity – for the poor Evolutionist. Just take a look – bottom to top – of his belief system. Some billion years ago, give or take an eon or two, a mess of “primordial soup” bubbled and churned in a muddy tidal pool until the fateful day when lightning struck nearby, filling the air with an electrical charge and the smell of ozone. Suddenly, the gunk in the tidal pool became living matter – amoeba, perhaps something even less sentient, but living nonetheless. Alternatively (since science labored in vain on the primordial soup theory and never quite made it work) that tidal pool was on a different planet. (“Well, obviously, old boy, we’re not going to be able to prove that theory until we get to Mars or some other planet, so we can safely say this theory is good for the next century or two.”) This soup was then knocked loose by an errant asteroid, flung into space where it became a comet and the soup was pre-cooked when the comet came close to the sun. Then, of course, the comet crashed into earth and from it sprang all life. Now, it matters not which theory the hardened evolutionist believes, but he must believe one or the other. That is in the by-laws of Evolutionism and those who believe neither theory are cast out to become common atheists. But there is more. Now the evolutionist must believe that the amoeba (or whatever the hell they were) in this tidal pool or in that comet, began to evolve, to take on the characteristics that would enable them to both survive and procreate. Now, here is a sticking point ignored by evolutionists but crucial to our discussion: Why would an early life form develop eyes (or some other, more primitive way of sensing light) when (without such sensors) it could not know there was light to be sensed? Why would it develop a means of hearing when it did not know there was sound? I can imagine a conversation between two developing life forms, caught up in the excitement of evolving. “Say, Fred, I think the next thing I’m going to do is develop ears. Want to go for it?” “Nah. I think I’m going to develop leaves. Maybe become a tree.” “Great, Fred! I’ll be able to hear you when you fall!” “Ha! I won’t fall if I get that other leg. Who knew you needed two?” “That other leg is another hundred thousand years away, Fred.” Fanciful, yes, but it brings up another point: Not everything that crawled out of that soup are our ancestors. LIFE includes trees, flowers, weeds, tigers, mosquitoes and just a hell of a lot of other stuff. And yet, according to the evolutionist, all life had a common ancestor. Amazing, isn’t it, that there is a tree in your family tree? And those wasps and bagworms you try to kill every spring? They’re your cousins, Bro. It gets worse. To believe this stuff, to believe an amoeba (or something less) evolved into man, you must also believe there were (over time) billions of amoeba making trillions of choices, most of which failed, until there was left only one clear line stretching back from now to then. Incredible! But wait. To be a card-carrying Evolutionist, you must believe in these millions of choices that survived and, further, you must believe in every one of them. Alice (of Wonderland fame) liked to believe at least two impossible things before breakfast. The Evolutionist must believe a billion impossible things and he must believe them every hour of every day. For if even one of those choices proves wrong, the whole theory comes crashing down around the hairy ears of the academics who want us to believe this nonsense. Fortunately, those of us who are not evolutionists have a much easier life. We have only to believe in a Supreme Being and we can leave the messy details to Him. More, we can see his work just by looking out the window. (Yes, Virginia, you must look out the window. God is not responsible for that hideous couch in your living room. (The Evolutionist, on the other hand, is related to the organic fibers in that couch. Find one and let him deal with it. I’m certain he’ll thank you for the privilege.) ------------ About the author: Erv Bobo is a free-lance author. His current books THE VELVET BRAND, THE CHEYENNE BRAND and WESTERN STAR are currently available at Lulu.com. Email: Dasher1945@aol.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com. Please link to this article rather than copying and pasting it onto your site (which would be unauthorized and illegal). |
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