The Plot of creationists, as faithful as an old hound dog:
New Creationist face with "fresh" perspective crashes onto
EVOLUTION echo as a valiant crusader.
The "fresh" perspective is, underneith its shiny new outfit,
shown to be the same old dirty laundry that has been aired
here before, so many times. The EVOLUTIONers hail the newcomer
with derision and dung.
The tarnished crusader, knocked off of the high steed of authority,
engages in hand to hand combat, and gradually comes to realize
that he is up against a formidible foe. Perhaps in league with
the forces of evil itself. Blood is drawn.
As the crusader weakens, he starts to promise to return to the
battle soon with the Holy Grail, the Proof, the Theory, the
Battle after battle is fought, the terrible foe ever scoffing at
the weakened and indefensible position of the horribly wounded
Finally, a pathetic little dagger is drawn by the crusader, probably
spoon shaped, rusty, with "Made Many Times Before" stamped clearly on
its blade, and weakly, he shouts, "Here it is; well, this is not all
of it, only part of it, and if I only had time I would return with
the real Sword Of Truth, but I have so many other pursuits, and I
am so very busy, and you are so mean, and heartless, and cruel, and
your evil is so total and complete that I doubt that even the Sword
of Truth could ever penetrate your horny hide." Whereupon the
trounced villin hides himself to a monastery to lick his scabrous
wounds and curse all villianous bullies of the EVOLUTION echo.
With appologies to rob derrick, firstname.lastname@example.org who posted
this is the newsgroup talk.origins on Compu$pend.