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Monday, February 2, 2009

Vernon Smith, a Dream, and Facts about Evolution and All Its Faults.


This is Vernon Smith writing. Ms. Shaffer is under recovery...she will probably be able to write a brief post here soon. Medical personnel are surrounding her curtained bed...I just heard a pained shriek. *wince* Please post comments...I just checked to see if there were any new comments...*sigh* unfortunately there was not...Rachel just posted one...but then removed it...I'm curious...

Business is going great. We have new orders for dogs pouring in from all countries. I'm so glad. I am earning millions of dollars, and am shocked how much publicity we got just posting on this blog...

Ms. Shaffer is demanding to get on...


Vernon Smith
Head of Mourning the Deceased, Incorporated.
Fax number: 18463200

Yck, get rid of this horrible font. How can that man choose Courier as his font? *shudder*

Well, anyway, hello! I just washed my hands, along with loads of sanitizer, from all those terrible medical people. They were so concerned about me, you'd think that I was the president, or something. All I am is a world-wide famous authoress. *ahem* not quite...but...anyway...

Do you want me to describe Vernon Smith to you? You might be curious by now.

Okay, here we go.

Vernon Smith is a tall, rather beefy man with a small, handle-bar, brown mustache. His hair is rather greasy, but you can hardly tell, as he pastes it down in a horrific style with tons of gel. He wears starched blue collar shirts all the time, and black pants that never have a single minuscule crease in them. His eyes are a deep brown, as his hair is. His nose is huge and bulky, but you can hardly get past the mustache, luckily. His skin is a light tan, and he is cleanly shaven; excepting the mustache, of course. His hands are great and big and dreadfully hairy, his nails clipped down to merely a breath of their natural state. Over all...I recommend not getting on the wrong side of Vernon Smith.

So that's Vernon Smith for you. I hope he's...everything you imagined. *wince*

Okay, I had this dream a long time ago...I dreamed I was Frodo (Don't laugh yet, it gets better still) and there was this huge, seemingly-endless staircase. Millions of peeps were on floating benches, watching me and Sam climb the treacherous stair case (Me bearing the Ring of Power, of course), littered with numerous orcs that we had to kill. Yeah. And then the orcs caught us and then tied us up and strung us over a boiling pot of lava. Then, with the crowd cheering, they dropped us to our fateful death...

I know isn't it weird? Yeah. Very weird. I am laboriously editing my story...reading each paragraph over and over until I am satisfied with its perfection...It's ninety four pages long...not double-spaced...I'm hoping its not slow or anything, because I'm not even half-way through the plot! *wide eyed gape*

I have a prayer request for y'all...Just this morning, my mom told me that my Aunt Julie and Uncle John were having troubles in their marriage. I am devastated. Aunt Julie is the most fun aunt ever, and Uncle John seemed so happy, and he's so nice! Please pray. Thanks a lot.

I am reading this book called The Evolution Handbook, by Vance Ferrell. It contains 992 pages chock full of the faults in evolution. Wow, I never knew there was so many. I am writing down interesting, vital parts in a green notebook, so that I can read through the notebook, and go through all the main points of the book. For example, did you know that Darwin actually did not come up with the idea of evolution? His good friend, Alfred Russel Wallace, conceived the idea of evolution, which Darwin pirated and published under his name. Get this: Before Darwin published The Origin of the Species, he was rich; filthy rich, and he was a lazy good-for-nothing (If you could say that of a person). In contrast, Wallace was fraught with poverty. All the royalties went to Darwin (who needed anything but more money), instead of Wallace, who needed nothing more, excepting God, of course. Another interesting fact about Darwin is that he never was a scientist, and he married a first cousin, and because of that, all of his seven children had either physical or mental disorders. Isn't that sad? And, in his book, The Origin of the Species, (I actually would like to read it...Did you know that modern evolutionists are ashamed of the book and the way Darwin stated his ideas?) Darwin would cite authorities that he did not mention! He repeatedly said it was "Only an absract" and "a fuller edition" would come out later. But, although he wrote other books, try as he might, he never could find the proof to support his many theories. No one since has found it either. And Darwin would suggest a possibility, and later refer to it as a fact: "As we have already proved previously..." He relied heavily on stories instead of good old facts, because his theory just didn't fit together with the evidence. He would use specious and devious arguments, and spent much time suggesting possible explanations why the proof he needed were not available. (This makes me sad. :( Very sad) Let me give you some more background information on Charles Darwin. Let me find it in my notebook...Okay, this is in the author's words: It is of interest that, after engaging in spiritism, certain men in history have been seized with a deep hatred of God, and have then been guided to devise evil teachings, like Sigmund Frued and Adolf Hitler. It is not commonly known that Charles Darwin, while a naturalist aboard the Beagle, was initiated into witchcraft in South America by natives. During horseback into the interior, he took part in their ceremonies and, as a result, something happened to him. Upon his return to England, although his health was strangely weakened, he spent the rest of his life working on theories to destroy faith in the Creator. Isn't that just terrible? And Darwin himself frequently commented in private letters that he recognized that there was no evidence in support of his theory, and that it would most likely destroy the morality of the human race; for what good is it to be righteous, when you are just the result of two "nothings" coming together, and you evolved from a single cell...a random accident, pure circumstance? No point. No reason. How depressing. And listen to this: An evolutionist named Sir Francis Galton declared that the "science" of "eugenics" was the key to humanity's problems: Put the weak, infirm, and aged to sleep. Adolf Hitler, an ardent evolutionist, used it successfully in World War II. Another supporter of this was named Friedrich Nietzche. He was a remarkable example of a man who fully adopted Darwinist principles. He wrote books declaring that the way to evolve was to make wars and kill the weaker race, in order to produce a "super-race". Darwin believed this, and wrote it too. Hitler had these books imported to Germany, read them, valued them highly, admired the authors, and took the teachings into practice...when he killed more than six million Jews. He was only doing what Darwin taught. But still...what kind of person would do that, regardless of the teacher? The student is responsible for the actions, not the teacher. So, even though Darwin taught it, Hitler is still in the wrong...the very wrong. Okay, this is a main point, so hold tight. An evolutionist named Jean-Baptist Lamarck published a book in which he declared that the giraffe got its long neck by stretching it up to reach higher branches, and birds that lived in water grew webbed feet. Well, according to that, if you pull hard on your feet, you will gradually increase their length; and if you decide in your mind to do so, you can grow hair on your bald head, and your offspring will never be bald. Is this science? That was in the author's words. Most of what I'm saying in this paragraph is the author's words, with a little twist. Please, I beg of you, get the book from the library, buy it, whatever. READ IT! After reading 35 pages into it, I am wondering how anyone can believe in evolution, when everything in nature points to a Creator! For example, if you look at an expensive, high-tech watch, you know that it was created by a brilliant watch maker! It is absolute poppy-cock to suppose that it made itself. Any scientist will tell you, "Bah, baloney! That watch can't possibly have made itself." Well, scientist, the human brain is MUCH MORE COMPLEX than a watch, no matter what the quality. Anyone can tell you that. So how come you believe that the brain made itself? That's not exactly what evolution is, but pretty much, 'cause all everything that you see today, they say came from nothing. Which is pretty much the same as saying that a watch made itself, or a brain. That's more fanciful than saying there's a God up there that made everything, loves everyone, and is watching us right now, 'cause creationists actually got evidence for their statements...that's more than any evolutionist can say. Please read this book. It changed and is changing my views of evolution from..."ah...I know its nonsense...but I can't prove it..." to "nuh-uh, its completely false and here's why..." and I can rattle off some facts. Well not yet but I'm reading the introduction, and I haven't gotten into the part where Ferrell states the problems with evolution, but my brother has read parts, and he says that he has rock-solid evidence against evolution. all you FICHE peeps reading this post...Can't wait to see you this Friday, at the swimming party! Or if you're not going...I'll see ya next Thursday!

Love to you,

p.s. Here is Vernon Smith...another boring message from him...

I am now a billionaire! Wonderful, huh?
If you haven't visited the website: then visit it immediately!

Vernon Smith
Head of Mourning the Deceased, Incorporated.
Fax number: 18463200

3 replies:

Alex said...

oh, what happened to rebekah, *sarcastic smile*

Hannah said...

Wow, that book sounds awesome. I'll have to check it out on Thu!* (say, I was wondering if I could bring some writing books and language tools and stuff? I have LOTS of great books and stuff...well, actually their my dad's but...oh well *blushes*)


*The Peels Revo is on Thu after co-op right?

Bekah said...

Yeah, sure, Hannah. I'M SO EXCITED!
And what you talking bout, Alex?
You are soooo confused.
This is Vernon Smith:
Mr. Monseth,
How dare you insult her like that, you rafscallion?!
You need a dog to stem all that anger.
Go to:
Sincerely an angry,
Vernon Smith

Isn't it amazing how Vernon can weave in an advertisement with anything? Well, you both are rafscallions...
I don't know how to spell that word...*sigh*
A very smart,

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