Road rage

People who drive, at night, with their high-beams on, with traffic around them, should take a sniper bullet in the headlights. And the kneecaps, for good measure. And, after a short pause, the gas tank. There’s nothing like gliding past someone (on the right, because he’s dawdling along in the fast lane, too), then having your eyeballs boiling in their sockets (as you frantically fumble for the mirror-flip-switch, only to find that the side mirror is equally ablaze) for a km or so, until you get far enough ahead, at which point the idiot decides to dim his lights to match his brain. All the fancy technology in cars these days, and still no front- and rear-mounted rocket launchers. No wonder the Big Three are going under.

Don't monkey with that

Today’s caveat: Watch out for theistic-evolutionism, an insidious compromising belief system infiltrating the Church in the guise of “harmonizing” faith and science. I recently read The Language of God by Francis S. Collins, director of the Human Genome Project. In spite of the author’s apparent sincerity of faith in Christ, this book is nothing more than soothing pap for those with itching ears. Collins raises no new issues, introduces no new ideas, and, most importantly, produces no new evidence to support his position. He fails to argue convincingly, fails in logic, and uses dishonest tactics. He regards the consensus of the secular academic community as authoritative, but accords no authority to Scripture. This is clear from his consistent willingness to re-interpret or dismiss the latter without any consideration for Biblical scholarship. This book should be recommended reading for those in the Church who do not wish to be ignorant of the devices of Satan, but others should steer clear. A better choice would be Refuting Compromise by Jonathan Sarfati, which lays out the basis for Biblical creationism and demolishes arguments against it.

Marley was dead, to begin with

So it has come to this at last. Blogging seems to be the new wave in this family, such that in a few more years we may never have to actually speak to each other. Mind you, the fact that we hardly ever speak to each other anyway may well mean that this new trend will improve communication among us. Time will tell. However, I, squid-like, am rarely driven to spew out ink unless irritated; hence the title of this space.

So. Okay. Being a little ray of sunshine is not my biggest gift. I know what is, though: Being a nuisance. The thorn in your side. The fly in your ointment. The monkeywrench in your machinery. All with the purpose of prodding you to apply critical-thinking to your own worldview, and revise it as needed. Test all things. Throw out the ones that break.