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Next time I'm in Kentucky....
Jun. 4th, 2007 10:13 pm...I might just have to go to this thar Cree-ay-shun Moo-zee-um.
Seriously, I read the article, and, unlike most articles on anti-evolution activism, I was hysterically laughing. This part was fantastic:
At the Creation exhibit, two young T. rexes peacefully watch fish swim in a placid pond. Two curly-haired robotic kids play nearby. In any other place, this would be the setup for a massacre. But this pre-Noah's-flood Jurassic Park is benign. The animals are vegetarians and plants don't have thorns. The fossil record, says the museum, confirms all of this.
::dies laughing:: Oh, oh, oh! That is too precious. The mighty T-Rex, a reformed and humbled vegetarian? I'm reminded of Bruce, the "fish are friends, not food" great white from Finding Nemo. While Bruce was hilarious as a character, Pixar at least admitted that, realistically, the first hint of real hunger (or blood in the water) would reform the reformed frenzy-feeder in a hurry. I'd love to see these kids tossing stalks of ginormous prehistoric broccoli to their little pet dino.
But what will this museum research (as is the function of any adaptive museum worth its price of admission)? Why, simple! What kind of fruit that first uppity, no-good, getting-her-man-into-trouble bitch Eve used to lure ALL OF MANKIND TO ITS DOOOOOM:
An oversize cobra-like snake makes an appearance, and before you know it, Eve is holding grape-size, blood-colored fruits in her outstretched hand, offering knowledge of good and evil to a flummoxed-looking Adam. "We're not sure what kind of fruit it was, but we do know it wasn't an apple," says Looy, perhaps to demonstrate the kind of questions the several Ph.D. researchers at the museum are now toiling over in the labs behind the walls of the exhibition space.
Oh, oh help me, crazy conservative God! I can't breathe, this is so stupid. Oh, mercy ::wipes tear from eye::
Of course, it couldn't end as well as it began, nosir. It had to be horribly depressing:
Inside the Confusion exhibit, I strike up a conversation with Tim Shaw,a high school student visiting from Florida. "I don't care how long it took to make the Grand Canyon," he tells me. "It's not how old it is that matters to me. What matters is being right with God. Darwin's theory has no God. It can't be right. I don't know if this story is truer than Darwin's theory, but I do know it's better."
Sigh. He'll be running the country, some day. The country that he thinks was formed and has existed for roughly 3% of the entire existence of creation. As opposed to the scientifically (and just plain) correct figure of something more like 1.4x(10^-6)% It's hard to be so fucking arrogant when you know you're a fraction of a percentage of the universe.
Seriously, I read the article, and, unlike most articles on anti-evolution activism, I was hysterically laughing. This part was fantastic:
At the Creation exhibit, two young T. rexes peacefully watch fish swim in a placid pond. Two curly-haired robotic kids play nearby. In any other place, this would be the setup for a massacre. But this pre-Noah's-flood Jurassic Park is benign. The animals are vegetarians and plants don't have thorns. The fossil record, says the museum, confirms all of this.
::dies laughing:: Oh, oh, oh! That is too precious. The mighty T-Rex, a reformed and humbled vegetarian? I'm reminded of Bruce, the "fish are friends, not food" great white from Finding Nemo. While Bruce was hilarious as a character, Pixar at least admitted that, realistically, the first hint of real hunger (or blood in the water) would reform the reformed frenzy-feeder in a hurry. I'd love to see these kids tossing stalks of ginormous prehistoric broccoli to their little pet dino.
But what will this museum research (as is the function of any adaptive museum worth its price of admission)? Why, simple! What kind of fruit that first uppity, no-good, getting-her-man-into-trouble bitch Eve used to lure ALL OF MANKIND TO ITS DOOOOOM:
An oversize cobra-like snake makes an appearance, and before you know it, Eve is holding grape-size, blood-colored fruits in her outstretched hand, offering knowledge of good and evil to a flummoxed-looking Adam. "We're not sure what kind of fruit it was, but we do know it wasn't an apple," says Looy, perhaps to demonstrate the kind of questions the several Ph.D. researchers at the museum are now toiling over in the labs behind the walls of the exhibition space.
Oh, oh help me, crazy conservative God! I can't breathe, this is so stupid. Oh, mercy ::wipes tear from eye::
Of course, it couldn't end as well as it began, nosir. It had to be horribly depressing:
Inside the Confusion exhibit, I strike up a conversation with Tim Shaw,a high school student visiting from Florida. "I don't care how long it took to make the Grand Canyon," he tells me. "It's not how old it is that matters to me. What matters is being right with God. Darwin's theory has no God. It can't be right. I don't know if this story is truer than Darwin's theory, but I do know it's better."
Sigh. He'll be running the country, some day. The country that he thinks was formed and has existed for roughly 3% of the entire existence of creation. As opposed to the scientifically (and just plain) correct figure of something more like 1.4x(10^-6)% It's hard to be so fucking arrogant when you know you're a fraction of a percentage of the universe.
