This Week In Fundamentalism, Volume 1

It seems as if every day there’s some new scandal or story of stupidity involving members of the holier-than-thou set. Except on Sundays, of course, which are their days of rest. You’d think they’d be lying low for a while after the recent national embarrassment of PZ Myers’ expulsion from Expelled! Let’s Show Pictures of Hitler (while Richard Dawkins walked right in), the subsequent attempts to make excuses for their ineptness, and most of all, the recent tragic news of the 11 year old girl who died because her fundamentalist parents thought prayer would be an effective cure for her diabetes. But no, they soldier on, almost as if they don’t understand that these stories reflect negatively on them…

As the latest of my occasional attempts to coerce myself into posting more often, I’ve titled this post “This Week In Fundamentalism, Volume 1”. The “Volume 1” part implies there will be more, and the “Week” part implies that it might appear something close to weekly. Maybe I’ll take the hint I’m dropping myself, but it’s hard to tell; sometimes I can be pretty thick-headed.

Anyway, on to the subject at hand:

I remember a story from while back about an outspoken atheist named Rob Sherman, who fought a court battle against a mandatory Moment of Silence at his daughter’s school. I was less than thrilled by this action, because there was never a mandatory prayer involved (though the word “prayer” was in the name of the act that created the MoS) and there was no indication that it would be anything other than a quiet moment when those who wanted to pray or gather their thoughts could do so. Railing against an optional, voluntary, quiet, unguided religious rite seemed to me to play right into the stereotypes religious folks have about militant atheists who want to take their rights away.

Mr. Sherman’s recent actions, however, I heartily approve of. He’s involved in the investigation of some shady dealings involving the Illinois governor’s alleged funneling of $1 million to a religious school, and it was during his testimony before a House committee on April 2nd that he was verbally assaulted by a legislator:

Davis: I don’t know what you have against God, but some of us don’t have much against him. We look forward to him and his blessings. And it’s really a tragedy — it’s tragic — when a person who is engaged in anything related to God, they want to fight. They want to fight prayer in school.

I don’t see you (Sherman) fighting guns in school. You know?

I’m trying to understand the philosophy that you want to spread in the state of Illinois. This is the Land of Lincoln. This is the Land of Lincoln where people believe in God, where people believe in protecting their children.… What you have to spew and spread is extremely dangerous, it’s dangerous–

Sherman: What’s dangerous, ma’am?

Davis: It’s dangerous to the progression of this state. And it’s dangerous for our children to even know that your philosophy exists! Now you will go to court to fight kids to have the opportunity to be quiet for a minute. But damn if you’ll go to [court] to fight for them to keep guns out of their hands. I am fed up! Get out of that seat!

Sherman: Thank you for sharing your perspective with me, and I’m sure that if this matter does go to court—

Davis: You have no right to be here! We believe in something. You believe in destroying! You believe in destroying what this state was built upon.

(Audio of the exchange here)

Eric Zorn, the Chicago Tribune reporter who covered the story, made an excellent point:

“Consider what the outcry would have been if a lawmaker had launched a similar attack on the beliefs of a religious person.”

I also wonder if Rep. Davis – a black woman – sees any irony in standing in front of a legislative body attempting deny a person’s rights based on his beliefs, when it wasn’t so very long ago in this country when she would very likely have been similarly shouted down when fighting for her rights in front of earlier generations of righteous bigots who would see her as an uppity negro or a woman who didn’t know her place.

I was intrigued by her repeated “Land of Lincoln” reference. Intrigued enough to see if I could find some information on Honest Abe’s thoughts on religion. The results of a quick Google search are quite interesting; there exist a large body of quotes attributed to him that seem to indicate a belief in the Christian god, but also a number of quotes that seem strong indicators that his view of the world might have been a little closer to Mr. Sherman’s than to those of the representative who invoked his name. Perhaps he presented one face publicly, knowing he needed the support of the religious community, while presenting another in private? Maybe he was simply a deist like most of the founding fathers, believing in some sort of creator but rejecting dogmatic attempts to understand that being.

My earlier views of the unsoundness of the Christian scheme of salvation and the human origin of the scriptures, have become clearer and stronger with advancing years and I see no reason for thinking I shall ever change them.

What is to be, will be, and no prayers of ours can arrest the decree.

The Bible is not my book nor Christianity my profession.

The United States government must not undertake to run the Churches. When an individual, in the Church or out of it, becomes dangerous to the public interest he must be checked.

There was the strangest combination of church influence against me. Baker is a Campbellite; and therefore, as I suppose with few exceptions, got all of that Church. My wife had some relations in the Presbyterian churches, and some in the Episcopal churches; and therefore, wherever it would tell, I was set down as either one or the other, while it was everywhere contended that no Christian ought to vote for me because I belonged to no Church, and was suspected of being a Deist and had talked of fighting a duel.

(All of the above, along with some testimonials written by people who knew Lincoln personally, are collected at PositiveAtheism.org)

And there’s this one, which seems almost prophetic these days:

America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves.

Land of Lincoln, indeed.

On the international front, the leader of the Russian doomsday cult who had his followers holed up in a cave since November awaiting the end of the world, was understandably upset when it didn’t happen. So upset, in fact, that he tried to commit suicide by beating himself on the head with a log.

In the spirit of modern American foreign policy, I suggest embarking on a policy of preemptive log-beatings to guard against this sort of behavior in the future.

At last, an evidence-based religion!

At first I just laughed at this Autoblog article:

Bow your heads: Kansas man forming Mustang Church of America

Charles Ales is into Ford Mustangs. In fact, he owns several; his collection includes all three BOSS variants and four new Shelbys. Over years of collecting cars and hobnobbing with others who share his interests, he noticed that the real car people’s enthusiasm for their rides borders on religious fervor. An idea popped into Charles’ head last summer, and The Mustang Church of America and Museum was born. It’s even got its own logo: the Christian fish symbol with the running pony inside.

Built next to the house in which he was born, the facility is set to open later this summer and will display Mr. Ales’ collection of Mustangs. He also plans to host car shows, swap meets and two Mustang blessings a year. Charles and his adopted son Robert Brunch, both ordained ministers, will preside over Sunday services in the non-denominational church. “I’ll preach goodness and helping my fellow humankind. I’ll preach what we’re supposed to do – make this a better world than we found it,” he told the local Pittsburg, KS Morning Sun newspaper.

The mural behind his pulpit will show Jesus at the wheel of a ’66 Mustang. Bet you don’t have one of those at your church.

But when I thought about it, I was struck by the fact that there is, in fact, solid and irrefutable proof for the existence of the Ford Mustang. I wish I’d seen this article a few days earlier so when I got pulled over last week I could have argued with the state trooper that I wasn’t speeding, I was engaging in a sacred religious rite, and her interference constituted a violation of my rights.

Confessions of a Creep

I admit it: I’m a creep. I love being a creep.

No, no, not that kind of creep, the drunken, bad-pickup-line-using guy at the local bar who won’t stop hitting on you.

(Yes, it’s my first gaming-related post in quite a while.)

I’m talking “creep” in the Lord of the Rings Online sense. During that game’s development it was accepted that there needed to be some form of player-vs-player content beyond simple dueling, but the idea of good guys fighting pitched battles against one another was thought to go against the spirit of Tolkien’s books (though that’s not strictly true, in my opinion). The solution was “Monster play”, a system whereby players could take the roles of the bad guys in a designated area called the Ettenmoors to fight against elves, dwarves, hobbits, and men who dared venture in there. The Free Peoples (“freeps”) battle the orcs, wargs, spiders, etc. (“creeps”) for control of a number of keeps, among other lesser goals.

In the freeps vs. creeps contest the creeps are the underdogs. Individually just about any given freep is more powerful than all but the most accomplished of creeps; they have better healing, better stun/hold/etc abilities, and can do more damage faster. The thought behind this disparity was supposedly that the creeps would have numbers on their side, but out in the real virtual world that’s almost never the case. It’s rare for us to be outnumbered by less than about 1.5 to 1, and fighting against 3-to-1 odds isn’t uncommon. What we lack in power and numbers we have to make up for in tactics and coordination… and let me tell you, plowing into and overrunning a clump of freeps from behind when they’ve twice your numbers is quite a rush.

A rather long while ago, when the non-disclosure for this game lifted, I posted a few pictures and hinted at more to come, but never did bother to post anything else. Well, here are a bunch more, including a few creep-oriented ones. Click the thumbnail to view the gigantic version of any picture.

Freeps and Creeps in the Ettenmoors:
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Other random scenes, including the Rangers of Thintaur kinship house and Gollum’s cave:
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Goodbye, Arthur, and Thanks

Human judges can show mercy. But against the laws of nature, there is no appeal.
— Arthur C. Clarke

Celebrity deaths are curious things; we find ourselves grieving over the loss of someone we’ve never met, and only knew through some body of work they’ve left behind as a legacy or, in some cases, have only even heard of because they were “famous for being famous”. Usually these deaths have little effect on me; I may regret the loss of further contributions from that person, or commiserate in a detached sort of way with their families because I know what it’s like to lose a loved one. But at most there’s only a momentary pang of sadness, and then I get on with living life among the people who I do know and care about on a personal level.

Before today, only three times had the passing of someone famous had a profound impact on me, a sense that somehow the sum total of the things that are wondrous and wonderful here on our little space rock has been diminished in a way from which it will never fully recover. The first two were Jim Henson and Carl Sagan, who had tremendous influences on my childhood and adolescence. The third was, for reasons I have yet to figure out, the actor Andreas Katsulas, about whom I knew almost absolutely nothing beyond that he played a favorite character of mine on a television show (I have only a vague sort of knowledge what the guy even looked like behind the mask and makeup that turned him into G’kar).

It’s fairly well known that when Hemingway wrote “ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee“, he was saying that the loss of one life is a loss for us all, and we are lessened by it.

Today, the bell rang out loud and clear for science fiction writer Sir Arthur C. Clarke. Best known in popular culture for the movie “2001: A Space Odyssey” and its sequels, Clarke is better remembered for the many books, stories, and articles written in his 90 years of life. His imagination has changed our world; he was the guy who, in the 1940s, came up with the crazy idea of trying to put a man-made object into orbit and bounce communication signals off it. Of the men I consider the grand masters of science fiction – Heinlein, Asimov, Herbert, Clarke, and Bradbury, all gone now save for the last – Clarke was often perhaps the most realistically visionary. By this I mean that while he could write visions of the far future with the best of them, he also excelled at showing us hints of the near tomorrows, the almost-here futures that, for better or worse, could (and often did) happen during his readers’ lifetimes.

I’d like to end with a small selection of quotes from his writing, but there are so many great ones to choose from that it’s hard to limit myself to just a few.

There is, of course, Clarke’s Third Law:

Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.

Another favorite of mine is this one, a sentiment echoed later by Carl Sagan in his “Pale Blue Dot” monologue:

It is not easy to see how the more extreme forms of nationalism can long survive when men have seen the Earth in its true perspective as a single small globe against the stars.

On information vs. knowledge:

…it is vital to remember that information — in the sense of raw data — is not knowledge, that knowledge is not wisdom, and that wisdom is not foresight. But information is the first essential step to all of these.

He had a few thoughts on religion as well:

Perhaps our role on this planet is not to worship God — but to create Him.

I would defend the liberty of consenting adult creationists to practice whatever intellectual perversions they like in the privacy of their own homes; but it is also necessary to protect the young and innocent.

The greatest tragedy in mankind’s entire history may be the hijacking of morality by religion.

I don’t believe in God but I’m very interested in her.

When challenged to write a 10-word short story:

“God said, ‘Cancel Program GENESIS.’ The universe ceased to exist.”

On UFOs:

They tell us absolutely nothing about intelligence elsewhere in the universe, but they do prove how rare it is on Earth.

There are plenty more where those came from, but I’ll sign off with Clarke’s own words on the occasion of his 90th birthday last December:

I’m sometimes asked how I would like to be remembered. I’ve had a diverse career as a writer, underwater explorer, space promoter and science populariser. Of all these, I want to be remembered most as a writer – one who entertained readers, and, hopefully, stretched their imagination as well.

I find that another English writer — who, coincidentally, also spent most of his life in the East — has expressed it very well. So let me end with these words of Rudyard Kipling:

If I have given you delight
by aught that I have done.
Let me lie quiet in that night
which shall be yours anon;

And for the little, little span
the dead are borne in mind,
seek not to question other than,
the books I leave behind.

This is Arthur Clarke, saying Thank You and Goodbye from Colombo!

What? I have an AUDIENCE!?

Yes, it’s a momentous and humbling occasion here at drl2Blog – I’ve just discovered that at least one person outside my immediate family has actually read some of my ramblings! The WordPress software I use for this blog provides the administrator with a list of sites that have linked here, but I mostly ignore it because it’s usually just full of links from other Atheist Blogroll members where my blog magically appears on their list whether they like it or not. However, I just discovered that the otherwhirled (note trendy lower case format, common to better blogs everywhere but not quite as cool as having a single capital letter in the middle of the name!) has linked to me (voluntarily, no less)!

Of course, their description of my site uses the word “occasional” twice, and I beg to differ because if you look back at my posts it’s clear that – … hmm… well, yeah, OK, “occasional” works for me.

The problem with posting only occasionally is that when I finally feel I’ve got something worth saying, there’s already too much to cover. It’s a vicious cycle of occasionality – a word which, by the way, I just now invented and expect royalties on.

The Blog Against Theocracy is coming again this year over Easter weekend. Last year I said I would write something for it, but never quite got around to it. This year I absolutely promise to at the very least find new and different reasons for not getting to it. Or maybe I’ll actually write something. Who knows?

A couple of sites I’ve recently discovered that I thought I’d pass along:

Coming Out Godless is for people who have left their faith to talk about the experience, and Reason vs. Faith is a site for moderated debate between theists and atheists. I know which side I’m rooting for.

My wedding anniversary is this Sunday and for the first time in a long while my wife and I will have the house to ourselves for a few hours. Susan seems to have a few specific ideas on how to spend the time, but it might be tough to get me in the mood because I’m so used to foreplay beginning with those five magical words, “Aren’t the kids asleep yet!?”

Which would you rather have as a neighbor?

After posting my earlier entry, it occurred to me that I could expand much more on my response to the items involving our genetic relationship to the great apes. In that vein, I present my first-ever Top Ten List:

Top 10 Reasons Why Apes Are Better Than Creationists

  • 10. To a chimpanzee, a banana is just a banana.
  • 9. Monkeys hang onto tree limbs with their heads upside down. Creationists hang onto dogma with their heads in the sand.
  • 8. Two words: DUNG FIIIIGHT!
  • 7. Gorillas don’t knock on your door early Saturday mornings to hand out pamphlets about the Invisible Sky Chimp.
  • 6. No Orang-utan has ever left a comic strip about sinners going to hell in any public rest room or waiting room.
  • 5. Bonobos get to stay home on Sundays.
  • 4. Hands already hairy so no danger from masturbation.
  • 3. Monkeys are repressing religious people and waging a WAR ON CHRISTMAS!
  • 2. Chimps not terrified of the vagina.
  • And the number one reason why apes are better than creationists:


    No ape has ever stood over a fallen foe and screamed, “Die, in the name of God!”

Ignorance is Fundamental

I haven’t been closely following the twin brouhahas in Florida and Texas, where fundamentalist school board members are pushing to add Intelligent Creationism-In-Disguise Design to the science curriculum, and science-minded folks and supporters of church-state separation are fighting tooth and nail against it. I have, however, skimmed a little of the IDers’ propaganda and seen a number of their most common arguments posted various places around the net.

I’d like to address this post directly to the CreationIDsm supporters out there and offer some helpful advice that will help to keep you from sounding like morons in front of anyone with an open mind who paid attention in their high school biology classes. The crux of that advice would be the following:

Attack science all you want. Science is a big boy, it can handle the teasing. The advancement of science progresses when rational, intelligent people find flaws in our understanding of the universe and point them out and try to find better explanations. Believe me, if any of you really do at some point come up with a valid, testable alternative or addendum to the theory of evolution, eager scientists will flock to your door.

Here’s where you seem to have the biggest problem, though. You only get to attack actual science. Arguments against assertions that scientists have never made will only fly among people who are just as willfully ignorant as you have decided to be. You don’t get to make up your own phony straw-man scientific theory and disprove that.

Let’s take a look at some of the creationist arguments I’ve come across and how they distort some of the basic premises and evidence for evolutionary theory.

“Nobody’s ever seen one kind of animal turn into another!”
I’ll wager nobody’s ever seen anyone outside of religious circles claim that this is what Darwin’s theory predicts. I guarantee there is no scientific journal that ever published a prediction that a goat and a lemur would tap limbs together, shout “Wonder twin powers, activate!”, and turn into a food processor and a racehorse. Evolution, for those people who for some reason haven’t figured this out yet, is caused by the accumulation of minor changes in each new generation of a species over time.

“If we come from apes, then why are there still apes?”
There are still apes (including ourselves – see below) because we haven’t managed to make the surface of the planet unlivable just yet. The modern creatures we refer to as apes simply share a common ancestor with us, but have evolved differently to suit the environments where they’ve lived.

“No way do I come from an ape!”
Yes you do. Your mother is an ape. Dad too. So are you, and George Bush, and me, and Angelina Jolie, and everyone you’ve ever met. Big brains and less body hair do not a Get Out Of Hominidae Free card make. If this is merely a clumsy way to argue that you can’t possibly be related to anything that can’t read a holy book, your DNA begs to differ.

“There are no transitional fossils!”
Bullshit. Every fossil is a transitional fossil. I can spend an afternoon digging with my hands along the C&D Canal and bring home fifty transitional fossils. Just because we haven’t found preserved specimens of every single life form from the earliest glop of protein up to, say, John Travolta (yeah, I know some evolutionary leaps are smaller than others), doesn’t mean they never existed. Stuffing God into those gaps is akin to me watching your favorite Veggie Tales movie with you, and when it skips a few frames from a scratch on the DVD, shouting, “See! I told you this was a drama about Hispanic street gangs in 1930s Chicago!”

“Believing that something as complex as a human could come about randomly is like believing that a tornado in a junkyard could assemble a 747!”
There is a certain amount of randomness to mutations themselves, but the evolutionary process itself is anything but random. The phrase “Natural Selection” should be a dead giveaway.

In order for your 747 analogy to work, the junkyard would have to have all the basic building blocks of the 747 in great number. Further, those parts would have to be inclined to naturally link up with the correct matching parts whenever they come in contact, the way the substances that make up living things are inclined to chemically bind with one another. Lastly, and here’s the really important part: whenever correct parts link together they stay together. Survival of the fittest. Now spin your tornado for 4.5 billion years, give or take. Maybe, given all those conditions, your – uh… no, never mind, it’s still a stupid analogy.

How about if we try it this way: If the tornado selects for characteristics that allowed flight and two airborne pieces of scrap metal could share a special kind of hug, nine months later you’d have a swarm of little baby gliders, and their great, great grandchildren might develop little propellers, and on, and on.

The point here being that the construction process of a 747 is significantly different from the development of a life form – even the observable, single-generation process of a child forming in the womb – so comparisons of the two just don’t work even if you do have some clue about evolution.

“No one has ever seen one species evolve into another!”
Well, despite the fact that evolution is a process slow enough that it seldom happens at a rate where major changes accrue over a time span so sort as a human lifetime, speciation has been observed.

“I accept microevolution – small changes from one generation to the next – but not macroevolution, or large changes.”
Macroevolution is nothing more than the cumulative effects of micro. Pretty simple and straightforward.

“The [eye, bacterial flagellum] is too complicated to have evolved by chance!”
There you go with that ‘chance’ thing again. Natural selection. Selection selection selection.

In the specific case of the eye, scientists actually have a pretty good idea of its evolution from the simplest of photosensitive cells – perhaps enabling an organism to find sunlight for warmth, or to warn it of movement nearby – to the complex (but flawed – your creator is a lousy engineer) mechanisms I’m using to help me proofread this before I hit the ‘Publish’ button. As for the flagellum, I think the Dover, PA court battle brought to light that its “irreducible complexity” was in fact very reducible, as each and every one of its component parts was found to serve a purpose independent of the flagellum assembly as a whole.

There, I hope I’ve given you a good starting point. Now scamper off and work on coming up with some new arguments, this time against a non-hallucinatory target.

Pedia Frenzy

Everyone who’s anyone seems to have their own Wikipedia clone these days. There’s Conservapedia, a haven for right-wingers who feel that other Wikis are too liberal-biased (i.e. reality based) for their taste. Dickipedia is a fun one because all its entries begin along these lines:

William James “Bill” O’Reilly, Jr. (born September 10, 1949) is an American television commentator, author, novelist, and dick.

Via DIGG yesterday I discovered Chickipedia, where horny men post bios and pictures of female celebrities. There’s Stephen Colbert centered Wikiality, and there’s even a Wookiepedia for Star Wars fans.

It’d like to suggest a few new ones:

Hickipedia – Rednecks’ guide to the internet and the official Wiki of NASCAR
Stickipedia – Where horny men post pictures of their keyboards after spending too much time at Chickipedia
Sickipedia – Why bother with medical professionals when you can let the wisdom of the internet heal you?

There are of course hundreds of possible variations…