I am, of course, talking about Ray Comfort's '150th Anniversary Edition' of Darwin's On The Origin of Species.
The introduction ... attempts to dubunk everything in Darwin's book, and talks up Creationism/ID as some rebuttal against Darwin. I don't even know, okay? I stopped when he invoked Hitler. [Comfort, you have officially Godwined your own introduction. Epic Fail.] I just don't even know where to start with this ... look, the only thing I can add right now is that at the end of it, Comfort offers up Hinduism, Buddhism, Islam, and Christianity and compares them to jumping off a plane, and tells you why Christianity is your only parachute. I wish I were making that up. But Ray Comfort means never having to say you're kidding.*
And then I'm supposed to pray.
And then I'm supposed to read this book? Apparently not. Apparently I was given a free book to not read it, but to only read the introduction and realise how terrible Reason, Science, and Logic are.
Now to the immorality of it. I just ... I don't get it. Maybe immoral isn't the best word, but it's the closest one I can think of. At best it's dishonest, which is ... oh yeah, immoral. In that vein, I set out to do all I could to keep this immorality away from youngling college students. So I put on my hat, grabbed two bags, tossed on a sweatshirt and headed out to the Ray Comfort people handing out free books at the U. I walked past the first group of people and got a book. I walked past the second group, got a book. I walked past the third group, got a book. Fourth group, book. Fifth, book. Then I doubled around, took off my sweatshirt and hat, and repeated. After the second rotation, I starting asking for one for my roommate who was in class, or at work, or in lab. Some groups gave me two, some didn't. After my 22nd book, on attempt to get book 23 and 24, two of the groups were restocking at the main table. I approached for my book, but one of the other men recognised me, and denied me the book. A woman then told me she recognised me too.
The mission was aborted, but I walked away with 22 books. One of which is actually for one of my roommates, one of which is for me.
Stitch, in the picture, is posing with all 22 of them. [That quilt, I'd also like to point out, was made by my mother 17 years ago.]That leaves 20 books. What the heck should I do with them? Any thoughts?
*There's this blogger I follow, Cleolinda, who writes Movies in 15 Minutes, a popular blog doing exactly what it sounds like- writing hilarious recaps of movies. She even has a book for those really interested. Well, she's done M15M for the Twilight books. And one of the things she's said about them is ... "Twilight means never having to say you're kidding". So I stole that line from her. Sorry Cleo!
