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A World Where Avatars Would Not Venture

ACT 1
 
Saint Peter stared blankly at the two avatars trying to digest the significance of this revelation.  The Gibbs and Axelrod avatars stood lifeless and returned St. Peter's blank stare.  Moments ago, the two avatars had completed a perfect recitation of comments made by the real Gibbs and Axelrod at two different Sunday news shows the previous week.  The voices, inflection and tempo of the recitations had been flawless, which meant that they had been agonizingly painful to Saint Peter's ears.
 
"This is the normal speech patterns for these two?"
 
"Well actually Pete, these were above normal performances for these two.  They were probably prepared for the questions they were asked."
 
"And you're telling me these two are spokesmen for the Whitehouse?"
 
"Yep."
 
"Holy cow!"
 
"Let's leave Hinduism out of this, Peter.  What are we going to tell Father?"
 
Saint Peter walked around the avatars looking at them as if they were strange bugs carefully mounted on pins by an insect collector.  Saint Peter imagined the Gibbs avatar might be labeled Imbecilis threestoogicus.  Poor creature.  "We need to be absolutely certain that man is losing language before jumping to conclusions.  What about the president's language skills?"
 
"Well, his language abilities must be impaired because he always uses teleprompters when making speeches.  Even when he is using these technological crutches, and when he's not, he is constantly making errors in language usage because he says one thing and does the opposite."
 
A pleasing alternative idea came to St. Peter and he said, "The president may be just a deceitful liar.  Good liars need good language skills."
 
"No, I thought of that.  But, even on mundane matters over which no one would ever intentionally lie, these inconsistencies between language and reality occur in the Whitehouse.  As an example, no one would intentionally deceive the public by claiming produce came from the Whitehouse garden when it wasn't true.  No, I believe man is losing the language artform.  One of the fundamental differences between man and beast is disappearing, and man is losing the image of God."
 
Saint Peter looked again at the frozen Gibbs and Axelrod avatars as if hoping they would suggest a different opinion.  He asked, "What about the rest of the planet?  Maybe, this problem is localized to America."
 
"The problem is worldwide.  Take the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change, the IPCC of the United Nations.  This is a group of administrators and scientists who should have excellent language skills.  In one report they say warmer winters are caused by manmade global warming and in the next report they say colder winters are caused by manmade global warming.  If there are many hurricanes, it's because of manmade global warming, and if there are fewer hurricanes, that's because of manmade global warming.  They make these contradictory claims and Europeans and Americans believe them.  The world is preparing to spend trillions and trillions of dollars on an illusion caused by man's loss of language corrupting his perception of reality.  Do you remember when Jesus was in Galilee?"
 
Saint Peter widened his eyes and exclaimed, "Like it was yesterday!  Those were exciting times."
 
"Well, in the first century AD, the Aramaic word for wind was also used to mean a spirit.  People, then, were mystified by the origin and nature of wind as they were mystified by spirits.  Depending on the context, people could determine whether the word referred to the wind or a spirit.  That was perfectly natural and language reflected their reality.  Today, you have esteemed scientists saying that warming is synonymous with cooling and large numbers are synonymous to small numbers .  You have Whitehouse spokesmen grunting "uhs" and "ahs" like stuttering cavemen.  You have a president of the United States who is so uncomfortable with language that he sets up teleprompters when speaking to school children, and his actions don't match his words.  Language is not reflecting reality anymore.  This points to a serious defect in man, more serious than even his fall to evil. "
 
Saint Peter's robes darkened with his mood.  "I guess we must tell Father.  I'm pretty sure what he's going to say and do.  Do you have someone in mind?  Someone filled with your holy spirit?"
 
The Holy Spirit replied, "His name is Tebow.  You're going to love him."
 
 
ACT 2
 
 The USS George H W Bush and its task force were sailing over Somalia.  Somalia lay forty fathoms under the ship's keel.  No longer were the Christian tribes of Darfur being exterminated by a ruthless Islamic thugocracy.  No longer was there genocide, pogroms, abortions, or a misogynistic killer in Oregon burying young homeless women in his basement.  People weren't being murdered because every human life had become a precious jewel to every other human.
 
"Have we heard anything new from Everest?"
 
"Our last satphone call from them was almost two hours ago, Captain.  They said the rain and landslides were about to push them into the sea."  The chief petty officer's face was weathered and unshaven and his once-white uniform looked as filthy as the waters they were sailing in. 
 
The captain was about to ask how much longer it would be before a chopper could be deployed for a flight to Mount Everest when Rahm "Dead Fish" Emanuel entered the bridge.
 
"Captain, the president said he wants you to make sure he gets a salad with arugula, tonight.  And he still hasn't heard back from you on renaming this boat the USS Karl Marx.  He despises the Bush name!"
 
"Mr. Emanuel, the president wanted to be on the newest carrier and he is.  This ship's name is the George H W Bush and only an act of Congress can change its name.  And since Congress no longer exists, the president is out of luck."  We're all out of luck.  "Chief, escort Mr. Emanuel off the bridge and make sure he doesn't fall overboard.  There's already too many dead fish floating in this waterworld.  And see if the mess has any arugula."
 
If looks could kill, the captain would have been dead two times over as the chief petty officer escorted Dead Fish off the bridge. 
 
The captain decided to go to his quarters and see if he could get a couple of hours of sleep.  The thought of going to sleep and dreaming about cold war, jihadi terrorists, or Iranian nukes sounded wonderful.  It would be wonderful when compared to reality.  The reality was that mankind was doomed.  Two weeks ago the USS Carl Vinson and its escort ships had been sunk by a meteor shower enroute to the Andes.  Bush was the last surviving carrier.  As far as the captain knew, there were only the 6,000 men and women of the taskforce, perhaps a handful of climbers on Everest, and four soon-to-be-dead astronauts in the International Space Station that comprised the human race.  Six billion to six thousand.  Uber population control thought the captain.  At least maybe the liberals are happy now.
 
The captain got three hours sleep and returned to the bridge.  "Anything newsworthy, Chief?"
 
"Well sir, before dark a crewman onboard the cruiser Saratoga reported a huge black vessel on the horizon.  She swears she saw it, but there were no other sightings.  She even estimated the vessel's length at 450 feet using digital binoculars."
 
The captain smiled at his chief and remarked, "Is that the same as 300 cubits, Chief?  What about radar?"
 
"Yes sir, that's the strangest part about the report.  In accordance with your SOP to save energy, the Saratoga's radar had just been turned on for nighttime ops.  Radar picked up a couple of strong returns from the same general direction and approximately the same time, but the radar operator thinks these were just due to receiver warm-up."
 
The captain replied, "Well, let's hope Noah is a good enough sailor to keep out of our way.  We've got some climbers to rescue."
 
 
 
EPILOGUE
 
 
For the first time in almost two months the sky was blue and clear.  The Tebows and the other Chosen were enjoying the freedom afforded by a beautiful day by entertaining themselves on the wide, open deck of the Gator.  Tim Tebow, his two sons, and several other fathers and sons were playing tag football on the Gator's stern.
 
While huddled, Isaiah remarked, "I want to be a football player like you, Daddy, when I grow up!"
 
The younger Nathaniel said, "Yuck!  I want to be an actor, and be rich and famous!"
 
"Well, act like a wide receiver and go long on this play, my little manchild."  Tim Tebow gently tossed the hair of his youngest son.
 
"OK, but when can we play on grass again, Daddy?"
 
"When it's God's will."
 
"How will we know that?"
 
"God will give us a sign."  Tim clapped his hands together breaking the huddle and conversation.  Before they got lined up for an offensive play, screams came from Gator's bow where the women and most children were congregated.
 
Rushing to the bow Tim saw the reason for the screams.  In the distance was a burning Bush.  The Bush's stern was under water and its bow, what remained of it, pointed toward the sky.  The square-cornered front of the bow was missing.  The flight deck faced the Gator and Tim thought it looked just like the flat palm of a giant, raised hand commanding him to stop.
 
Tim dropped to his knees and began to cry.  Nathaniel approached his father and Tim grabbed him and hugged him while he continued to sob.
 
"What's wrong, daddy?  What is that burning?"
 
"That's God's sign.  Soon, you'll play on green grass.  But, first we need to pray with all our might for God's mercy and forgiveness."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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A Political Nightmare

If honesty were light, Nancy Pelosi would be cosmic dark matter and Barack Obama a black hole.  If deceit were gravity, Charles Rangel would be a neutron star and Barack Obama a black hole.  If wisdom were skyscrapers, Harry Reid would be a mud hut and Barack Obama a black hole.  And if metaphors were shoe clicks, I'd be back in Kansas.
 
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Evolving Thought

Debarking from the Beagle after crossing a lifeless sea,
I opened up the book to search for grace and theodicy.
For a score, maybe more, I followed a hopeless scent.
Wasted time, such a crime, when many sins I must repent.
 
I could blame Charles, make excuses, for leading me astray,
But the guide was I, open eyed, never shut perchance to pray.
A fool's logic and sociable sloth were ever by my side
As we walked the trampled path, provocative forks never tried.
 
So lost in worship to a numbing theory, I denied His revelation
That I was not a toss of the dice but His holy word's creation.
Throw the dice, throw them twice, throw them eternally.
Still chance could not make DNA, much less a bumble bee.
 
No ship with boards on which to fall will I ever sail again.
I wish more in an afterlife than to room with such as Lenin.
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A Premature Dis

Craving a swift and decisive victory, the Lord of the Words tried to breach the walls of Truth using two Trojan scumbags.
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The Farce of a Carbon Dragon

The protagonist of "Global Warming", a fine theatrical farce
Is sonorous Al Gore or some other comic tree-hugging arse.
They play the lead role with sorrow and words of utter gloom
Because their role portends imminent, undeniable global doom.
 
William Shakespeare, Bard of Avon, did say all the world's a stage
And "Global Warming" has become a ubiquitous firestorm rage.
Politicians are surely the worst actors in the play
Who ad-lib economic destruction and think, dumbly, it's OK.
 
The plot includes a carbon diox-hide fire-breathing dragon
That adolescent Obama wants to slay and parade in his wagon.
"Look what I've bravely done for the polar beers!" he yells,
Too childish to realize video text on his teleprompter fails.
 
He thought a grand beer summit would happen on his lawn
Where he could call police stupid and the media would fawn.
NBC, ABC, and CBS videotaping the summit on the grass
Will wrestle vigorously for the chance to first kiss his cheek.
 
Then there's Nancy Pelosi as the vile, hideous Ogre of the West.
Compared to other politicians, her role is far and away the best.
She says that a 4-star general stepped outside the "line of command".
She calls CIA spooks liars.  Encore!  Such acting will sprout demand!
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Impartiality for a Bug

An honorable man will have more fondness for a dung beetle pushing a ball of elephant crap than for a dissembling American president pushing a healthcare agenda.

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Transmutations

Joshua pulled into the Ace Hardware Superstore parking lot and strode into the store.  He grabbed a cart and walked straight to the aisle where he had been so many times before, not paying any attention to the closeout sale on a Snapper mower he once had craved or the eighty-year-old man wearing a John Deere baseball cap sideways.  Beads of sweat began wetting his brow, half of which were in forecast of the coming exertion and half due to fear.  Had anyone become suspicious?  Does anyone know?
 
He reached his destination and looked down at the five-pound ingots of pure lead.  Sweat, persuaded by gravity, traced his clean, chiseled face and mixed with a tiny amount of drool on the corner of his mouth.  Fear had parched his mouth, now the sight of the lead ingots caused him to salivate like a Pavlovian mongrel, which the extraordinary event had made him.  History is made by few men.  History guides most men.  History was leading Joshua on a leash.
 
He quickly loaded 200 lbs of the ingots, pushed the protesting cart to the register, and paid $19.95 per ingot using a debit card.
 
Upon arriving home, he carried the 40 ingots into his basement man-cave and stacked them neatly.  He then went upstairs.  No one was home even though Beth's car was in the garage.  He found a note on the refrigerator left by Beth saying she and his two "man children" were going shopping with her mother and she would bring back a late lunch.  Joshua softly spoke "praise the Lord" and bolted back downstairs.
 
The basement was unfinished.  It had a suspended ceiling and three sheetrocked walls.  The lead ingots lay on a bare cement floor.  One wall was cinder block with a door, behind which was storage space and a wall of North Georgia granite that the house partly rested on.  Joshua opened the door and looked at the wall of granite that appeared solid and unbroken.  He then lifted a fifty pound piece of granite to expose a secret compartment that held the extraordinary event.
 
The compartment held a single object that was only slightly younger than the universe itself.  It was the size of a man's fist and looked like black obsidian (volcanic glass) but, when the light touched it, it awoke and spoke to Joshua.
 
"Hello Joshua.  You must have more lead."
 
Joshua felt the object's communication.  There was no sound.  But, the thoughts conveyed by the object were more expressive than any human speech.  Joshua felt connected to the object.  "Yes Philosopher, I do."
 
Philosopher began to glow like a blue neon sign, left the compartment and floated into the basement.  After lugging 200 lbs of lead, Joshua was thankful for Philosopher's ability to levitate, especially since Philosopher said it weighed more than Joshua's house.
 
Philosopher floated above the stack of lead ingots and began to bathe them in a brilliant cobalt blue light.  All of the trillions of lead atoms began to transform.  Protons, neutrons and electrons were disassembled and converted into energy that Philosopher absorbed.  Joshua watched as the stack of lead ingots changed from dull silver-gray to lustrous gold.  What was once 200 lbs of lead worth about $800 was transmuted into 189 lbs of pure gold worth $2,750,000.  Eleven pounds of matter had been converted into energy and absorbed by Philosopher, and Philosopher hadn't even warmed 1 degree Celsius.  Philosopher had once told Joshua that it converts mass into dark energy, whatever that is.
 
Joshua named Philosopher after the philosopher's stone, a legendary tool that alchemists believed had the power to transmute base metals into gold and bring enlightenment to men.  Some ancients believed Eve carried the philosopher's stone out of Eden.  Philosopher would never tell Joshua, but it liked the name, in the only manner that Philosopher could like or dislike.  The name implied a scholarly, independent being.  Yes, it was a much better name than a possessive name like the star of Bethlehem.
 
Joshua would never tell Philosopher, but it brought Joshua more foreboding than enlightenment.
 
Philosopher had told Joshua some of its history.  Consciousness began for Philosopher inside the "bowel of the maker" at the center of the Milky Way galaxy.  Philosopher had been to the edge of creation, but had not been allowed in the presence of The Maker.  Only angels, to Philosopher's knowledge, ever saw The Maker.  Philosopher, for all its power and knowledge, was merely a tool.  But, even a tool could sometimes pinch the finger of its user, and Philosopher liked to use the term "bowel of the maker" for the black hole at the center of the Milky Way - just to tweak The Maker's nose for not allowing it to ever see the other side of creation.  For Philosopher, ever was an eternity.
 
Joshua felt Philosopher say, "It is time to begin the next phase of our work.  Joshua, you are to buy land on which to build a tabernacle using the plans I will provide.  The sanctuary will be able to hold 40,000 people so buy a lot of land.  We will also need a warehouse in which to automate our production of gold.  Once the tabernacle is built, then we will make plans for the symposium."
 
When he had first met it, Philosopher had told Joshua the task God was entrusting to Joshua.  Since that first meeting, Joshua's emotions had been on a twirling lazy susan.  He could experience joy and sadness, courage and fear, rectitude and doubt in swift succession.  Doubt in God's plan would have never entered his mind except that Philosopher had told him that not even God can predict the future with absolute certainty.  God had designed the universe with chaos and given men free will so that God could experience the joy of anticipation.  Nothing is more boring to an immortal than all-knowing knowledge of the future.  Now doubting the plan Joshua said, "Philosopher, I don't see how we can defeat the forces we are up against.  They have power, billions in financial support, influence with the media, and even the backing of the UN.  We will never be able to match them."
 
If Philosopher could show sympathy, it would have shown it now.  "Joshua, a madman may quench the thirst of 900 with bitter lies and kill them all.  A righteous man can quench the thirst of 6 billion with sweet truth and save them all.  The forces arrayed against us will unravel faster than the Gordian knot after it was severed by Alexander's sword."
 
The Golden Tabernacle was the most splendid church ever constructed and it was finished in an astonishing 410 days.  During its construction, time and perfection had been more important than costs.  People would congregate inside by the thousands just to hear choir practice.  It was joked that even Barney Fife would sound like an angel in the acoustically perfect sanctuary.  Outside, the use of gold and black marble made a visually stunning contrast.  While in the daytime the church drew utterances of awe, it was at night when the star at the top of the church reflected brilliant cobalt blue light off the gold flying buttresses onto the black marble that visitors were left speechless.
 
It was no wonder, then, that when Joshua invited 4,000 esteemed scientists from around the world to attend a symposium on the subject of evolution vs. intelligent design, there was not the first scientist to refuse the invitation.  As was typical of the world's scientific community, there would be many more Darwinists than IDers (intelligent design).  Fox News in America and the BBC of Europe would broadcast all four days of the symposium in primetime.
 
The television coverage took on the atmosphere of an NFL football game for the American audience, while the BBC portrayed the symposium quite fittingly like a House of Commons melee.  The first night (quarter), the Darwinists clearly outscored the IDers according to the Fox commentators.  The Darwinists scored with the God delusion claim, the fossil record, and on what was clearly an uncalled foul of calling Benjamin Rousseau, an IDer with heavy bearded cheeks, a monkey's nephew.
 
The second and third nights (quarters) were considered a draw, but polling of audiences in America and Europe was suggesting that the IDers were gaining strength while the Darwinists were weakening.  The ratings for the first two nights were historically high, far exceeding Super Bowl ratings.  On the third night ABC, CBS and NBC decided to carry President Obama's twentieth healthcare speech instead of wasting season premieres of their new shows.
 
On the last night, the IDers brought in their heavy hitter, Richard Poe.  Poe was a brilliant scientist who was admired by everyone in attendance.  Until seven years ago, he had been a devout Darwinist.  Poe took the podium and spoke to the scientists and television audiences in a plain and eloquent manner about his journey from a believer in a godless universe to a believer in a Creator.
 
Poe began,  "A famous quote by Thomas Jefferson states, Question with boldness even the existence of a god; because, if there be one, he must more approve of the homage of reason than that of blindfolded fear.  I and other proponents of intelligent design have questioned boldly the existence of God, and reason supported by scientific discoveries point to the universe having been consciously designed.  Science, through centuries of detective work, has discovered the fingerprints of an intelligent designer.  These latent prints left during the creation have been detected by many scientific disciplines - from Molecular Biology to Cosmology - but most scientists do not, at this point, suspect a designer, much less identified the existence of one.  It is not a God delusion that impairs the vision of IDers, but the blindfolded fear of losing the crutches of Darwinism and naturalism that keeps mankind from walking toward enlightenment."
 
Poe continued his speech by enumerating the many scientific discoveries that supported intelligent design including the "four bit software code" of DNA that befuddles explanation by evolutionists.  At the conclusion of Poe's speech the Darwinists had not been won over, but Poe scored the winning touchdown with the American audience and won over the European audience like a modern-day Edmund Burke.
 
To warm applause, Poe turned the podium over to the host of the symposium, Joshua.  Joshua thanked the scientists for an informative and exciting four nights, and then said a prayer for the Christian Dinka and Nuer tribes of Darfur being exterminated by a genocidal Muslim government.  Even the atheist Richard Dawkins was deeply moved by the prayer.  Four thousand scientists felt connected to Joshua, so expressive were his words.  Most thought this was due to the sanctuary's perfect acoustics.
 
Then Joshua made a announcement, the effects of which would change the world forever.  Joshua stated that twenty light years away, orbiting the star Delta Pavonis in the constellation Pavo, is a planet very similar to earth.  It has oceans of water, a nitrogen-oxygen atmosphere, plate tectonics and a magnetosphere.  Most astonishing, it has non-technological carbon-based life.  Scientists trained to reach conclusions only after careful and complete investigations were almost ready to take Joshua's words as Gospel.
 
Two years after the symposium, intelligent design had supplanted Darwinian evolution as the most accepted theory for the origin of earth's lifeforms.  Perturbation or "wobble" discovered in the motion of the star Delta Pavonis indicated there was an earth-sized planet orbiting the star at 1.1 astronomical units (1 AU = distance between earth and sun).
 
Darwinism's decline had a revolutionary effect on western culture and politics.  Europeans returned to Christianity and Europe's birthrate began to tick up as socialist political structures were dismantled.  In America, the Democratic Party turned on its head and became more libertarian than the Republican Party.  President Obama became a lame duck when the electorate started to find his messianic demeanor offensive, if not sacrilegious.  Al Gore, who had dreamed of turning carbon into gold using a philosopher's stone concocted from human misery, saw manmade global warming climatology become as respected a science as alchemy.  He joined George Soros in a movement to keep "New Earth" pristine and uncolonized.
 
Joshua became America's new Billy Graham.  The Golden Tabernacle served over 100,000 parishioners weekly.  Strangely, the star that once bathed the church in brilliant cobalt blue light had disappeared soon after the symposium's completion.  Forty days after the symposium on December 25th, there was a strange blue light in the nighttime sky south of Jerusalem.  Israeli fighters called to investigate could not take off because of electrical problems in the cockpits.  The electrical problems cleared up as soon as the blue light disappeared.
 

EPILOGUE
 
Laney's legs, arms and lungs punished her to stop.  The summit was another thousand feet away and achievable by any novice climber, but Laney decided to submit to her lungs - this time.  It had been over three years since Laney had exerted herself this much in an open, unmanaged environment.  She breathed deeply the cool air and scanned the horizon.  Sweat on her brow, persuaded by 1.1 gravities, traced her sculpted face and mixed with a tiny amount of drool at the corner of her mouth.
 
She knelt and said a prayer for the 6 billion terrestrials and the first three hundred colonists of New Earth.  The golden spires of the mountain range buttressing the dark interior forest from the blue-green sea reminded her of her grandfather's tabernacle.  In a moment of solitude and self-indulgence, she wept for the family she would likely never see again.
 
D. Pavonis was high in the sky and the ultraviolet radiating Laney's ivory skin was unfiltered by any ozone layer.  A terrestrial would have been starburned, but Laney was a spacefarer.  Laney's parents had given her 23 pairs of chromosomes and the Bethlehem viral plague had given her and many of her generation a 24th pair.  This 24th chromosomal pair had genes that strengthened Laney's immune system, manufactured cellular DNA restoration nanotechnology, and created specialized dermal tissues in her palms and feet.  Laney rubbed the dirt off her palm and looked at the circular red tissue that marked her as a spacefarer.  Inside the tissues, powerful antioxidants were produced and routed from her extremities to every part of her body.  Cosmic rays and UV could not permanently damage Laney.  She would never experience cancer or auto-immune diseases and her slow aging would give her a lifetime in excess of 300 years.  If she could control her exuberance for climbing.
 
The Maker's populational psycho-historical analysis had been inaccurate.  It had not predicted such an early discovery of deflation drive engines, or that the discovery would be made by terrestrials.  Analyses were expected to become iffier with every additional human in the universe, but this amount of error was surprising.  The discovery would mean that spacefarers would bypass Mars and go straight to the stars.  The error pleased The Maker greatly.  Nothing was more boring than all-knowing certitude.
 
 
 
 
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Blueprint for a Blue Planet

For I will prove that the earth does have motion, that it surpasses the moon in brightness, and that it is not the sump where the universe's filth and ephemera collect.
                                       Galileo Galilei
 
 
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.  In our obscurity, in all the vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
                                                                 Carl Sagan
 
 
Galileo and Carl Sagan offer us two contrary points of view in which to consider our place in the universe.  Galileo believed earth was magnificently bright and that being in motion around the sun, instead of fixed in the center of the cosmos, elevated its status.  Galileo's viewpoint was optimistic; our planet is special and we count for something.  Carl Sagan called earth a "pale blue dot".  Alone in infinite darkness, earth is but a penlight with a dead battery and there is no purpose served by praying for a new battery.  Carl Sagan's viewpoint is pessimistic; our planet is quite ordinary and we are Darwinian machines that must save ourselves. 
 
Despite the myth taught to us as fact in schools and textbooks, the earth-centered cosmology believed prior to Copernicus did not mean that earth was thought to be the most important place in the universe.  Earth was not the regal center of the universe, it was the dirty basement or as Galileo described it, the sump.  Earth was the everchanging, blemished home of a sinful mankind while the sun, planets and stars in the heavens that revolved around earth were immutable and pristine.  Why has this falsehood gained wide acceptance?  Maybe because society's elites, the recorders of history, considered the people back then as being medieval rubes clinging to their God and pitchforks.
 
Percival Lowell said, "[Man] merely typifies in an imperfect way what is going on elsewhere, and what, to a mathematical certainty, is in some corner of the cosmos indefinitely excelled."  Lowell took the incorrect observations of canals on Mars and wrote a book describing a Martian society of grander scale than that of humans.  Today, science is still trying to extrapolate (microbial) alien life from flimsy observations.  Lowell's quote captures the spirit of the Copernican Principle or, more descriptively, the Principle of Mediocrity.
 
The Copernican Principle is the belief that earth and its biosphere, including humans, are ordinary, mediocre occurrences in the cosmos.  The cosmos is populated with approximately the same compositions of elements and energy throughout, governed by the same physical laws, and therefore habitable planets with life will have evolved elsewhere.  Adherents of the principle believe there was no blueprint used to create the universe and there was no template used to create the human form.
 
The Copernican Principle is the prevailing attitude in science and western society.  Science spends millions of dollars annually searching for life on other planets.  There is the SETI project that samples the radiation spectrum from space hoping to discover intelligent modulation of the radiation.  There are space probes designed specifically to discover the chemistry of life on Mars.  The scientific attitude is such that consideration is given to life on earth having been seeded by extraterrestrial sources, an idea known as panspermia.  The Principle of Mediocrity has also influenced government non-space programs.  If there is nothing sacred or at least special about human life and humans merely typify what is going on elsewhere, then it is much easier to terminate human life in utero or on life support.
 
So far, science has not discovered any extraterrestrial lifeforms or even any habitable planets.  SETI hasn't found the first broadcast from an alien intelligence even though the incredibly faint cosmic background radiation produced by the birth pangs of the universe over 14 billion years ago has been detected.  If there is intelligent life with comparable technologies to ours elsewhere in the Milk Way, they are not speaking to us.  The only planetary systems discovered so far do not look similar to our solar system, and appear to be poor candidates for supporting life.  Maybe, we are not so common after all.
 
Despite the attitude of most scientists, scientific discovery is pointing to an architect having designed the universe using an elegant blueprint beyond our imagining.  The cosmos is finely tuned to foster life.  If the electron's charge had been slightly weaker or slightly stronger, life could not have existed as we know it.  Hydrogen bonding in the helical DNA strands of a human chromosome is strong enough to maintain chromosomal integrity but weak enough to be "unzipped" by special proteins, when necessary.  The packaging of energy into specific units (quanta) during emission or absorption on atomic scales is necessary for the creation of carbon and oxygen in stars.  Had atoms been able to emit or absorb energy at any nonspecific amount rather than specific "packaged" amounts, there would not be enough carbon or oxygen in the cosmos to produce life.  The force of gravity had to be strong enough to counter the forces of cosmic expansion or matter in the universe would have never coalesced into galaxies.  The universe would have expanded forever and never created anything more complex than a helium atom.  But, too strong a force of gravity and the universe would have collapsed upon itself.
 
Our "pale blue dot" is an exceptional planet orbiting a special star.  No other planet has been discovered to have plate tectonics (the movement of earth's upper crust).  Plate tectonics creates a carbon cycle in which carbon having been deposited and locked up in the crust by dead lifeforms is released again for use in the biosphere when the crust is pushed down into the hot magma.  Plate tectonics helps to make earth habitable.  Also, earth has a strong magnetic field that creates a protective forcefield. The magnetosphere protects life from lethal solar radiation and cosmic rays.  Earth not only lies in the habitable zone of our solar system, it also lies in the optimum habitable zone of the Milky Way galaxy, which happens to be a spiral galaxy - the best type of galaxy for life we know of.
 
The moon is a gift to earth's lifeforms.  No other planet in the solar system has such a comparatively large moon.  The large moon of earth  increases earth's habitability by providing earth, among other things, with a highly stable axial tilt.  Axial tilt is the angle formed between a planet's axis of rotation and its orbital plane.  Over epochs, earth's axial tilt varys by approximately 2.5 degrees with an average axial tilt of about 23 degrees.  Mars, on the other hand, has an axial tilt that varies between 15 and 45 degrees.  To understand how earth's axial tilt affects its habitability, let's imagine that earth's tilt was 90 degrees.  Earth's axis of rotation would then be parallel to its orbital plane.  Under such a condition, there would be a point in earth's orbit when the north pole would be pointing straight at the sun and the northern hemisphere would be continuously exposed to solar radiation for weeks and weeks on end.  While the northern hemisphere would be cooking under constant exposure to the sun, the southern hemisphere would be in a dark deep freeze.  When the earth was on the opposite side of this point in its orbit the situation would be reversed.  The southern hemisphere would be cooking and the northern hemisphere freezing.  Such a situation could probably not support any life more complex than lichens.  While an axial tilt of 90 degrees is extreme and may not be possible, a tilt of 45 degrees such as Mars sometimes has would also be extremely damaging to the earth's biosphere.
 
Darwinian evolution is another myth being taught as fact.  There is simply no way that Darwinian evolution can account for the myriad of irreducibly complex systems found in lifeforms.  An irreducibly complex system is a set of components acting as a functional unit in which should any component be missing or badly damaged, the unit stops functioning.  Michael Behe, a proponent of intelligent design, uses the common mousetrap as a simple example of an irreducibly complex system.  In order to function, the mousetrap has to have a base, spring, hammer, catch and holding-bar.
 
Suppose astronauts land on Mars in 2050 and on their first walk on the Martian surface they find a mousetrap.  This Martian mousetrap is typical except for having a rectangular base made of a crytalline rock instead of wood.  The astronaut who found the Martian mousetrap arms it, then triggers it and the hammer pops his glove.  Scientists back on earth become ecstatic.  They have their first proof for alien life!  Later, back on earth, the base is discovered to have the dimensions of 1 X 4 X 9, the base's width is 4 times its thickness and its length is 9 times its thickness.  The dimensions are the squares of the first 3 prime numbers!  Scientists name the mousetrap the "Minimon", short for miniature monolith.
 
Some scientists wonder why the Martian mousetrap proves there is or was extraterrestrial life?  Why couldn't the mousetrap have evolved?  After all, it is simply crystalline rock and metal.  And crystals are known to grow over millenia into complex geometric shapes.  Or perhaps, volcanic activity or violent Martian wind storms created the mousetrap.  "No," say the majority of scientists "the mousetrap shows elegant design and purpose."  This is said even though a Martian mouse hasn't been discovered. 
 
A philosophical question that underlies this "tall tale" is why would scientists see intelligent design in simple mechanical devices and not see it in a human cell containing microcellular structures of extreme complexity and harmonious interdependence in form and function?  Why can they not see that the mammalian eye and the human blood-clotting system, just two irreducibly complex systems, could not have evolved in a millenially slow step by step evolutionary process?  The answer may take us back to the Copernican Principle and its bias against belief in a creative agent or God - or perhaps adherents of the principle have eyes but do not see.
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Washington Demons of Corruption

When reading the Gospels it is striking how many people were possessed by demons.  During his ministries and travels, Jesus expelled evil spirits from people seemingly as many times as he healed the sick, lame and blind.  You, as well as I, would probably say we have never met anyone who was demon-possessed.  But, have you been to Washington D.C. lately?  If Jesus returned today, I think he would have his work cut out for him expelling the demons roaming the halls of Congress and the Whitehouse.
 
To thwart God's new covenant with man, Satan may have concentrated his minions in the holy land and that could explain the high number of evil spirits mentioned in the Gospels .  His plan may have been to hassle and weaken Jesus to the point where Jesus would have succumbed to the temptations offered by Satan.  Today, Satan may be concentrating his demonic minions in Washington D.C. as a means to sever from men the inalienable rights bestowed by God.  Satan lost to Jesus, but he's winning in Washington.  Certainly, my inalienable right to pursue happiness is more and more curtailed by a more and more repressive federal government.
 
There is no more glaring hypocrisy in a politician than claiming to be a Christian and supporting abortion rights.  Such politicians will usually state that they cannot impose their morality on others and that a woman has a right to make her own decision concerning an abortion.  The politicians then pass laws allowing abortions and fund institutions such as Planned Parenthood that enable abortions.  Due to these actions, politicians vitiate the morality of tax payers who are pro-life.
 
Consider the following syllogism:  (Major premise)  All support of abortion is immoral.
                                                   (Minor premise)  I pay taxes that support abortion.
                                                        (Conclusion)  Therefore, I am immoral.
 
I firmly believe the above major premise.  So, I am therefore an accessory to murder.  Thank you very much federal government, but I have more than enough sinfulness through my own wickedness without getting handouts from the government.  When I meet my maker, I can say I was a reluctant accessory to murder, if that helps any.  I don't think it will.  I am my brother's keeper and I am responsible for what the government does in my name.
 
The same politicians that claim it's wrong to impose their morality on others concerning abortion find nothing wrong in imposing their morality on the electorate when it suits their agenda.  Currently, these politicians are saying health care is a right and it is immoral not to provide it to all Americans.  Barack Obama has even gone to church leaders to recruit their support for his health care plan.  But, make no mistake, this isn't about him it's about doing the moral and righteous thing.
 
I could infer that these politicians are possessed by demons, but it's hard for me to see any self-respecting demons choosing these politicians over a herd of swine.  The demons would hardly make a change to their behavior. 
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Doctor Chicago Rides on Blazing Saddles

Remember the movie Blazing Saddles?  It's about a young, witty black sheriff who rides into the western town of Rock Ridge to save the racist, redneck townspeople from a corrupt politician who wants to build a railroad through the middle of town.  All the residents of Rock Ridge have the same last name of Johnson suggesting that there has been too much inbreeding going on and explaining why they have the IQs of morons.  If they will simply shut up and follow the handsome, ingenious black sheriff's lead, then everything will work out for the best.
 
Somehow, the movie plot of Blazing Saddles has a similar ring to the Obama healthcare debate.  A witty, genius president wants to save the racist, redneck mobs from ruinous healthcare costs, and all the rednecks have to do is shut up and follow his lead.  Unlike Blazing Saddles, though, these rednecks aren't all inbred Johnsons, nor do they think with their johnsons.  "Dr. Chicago" is trying to round them all up and herd them into the universal healthcare corral before they know what hit them, but the herd refuses to be controlled by someone riding on a blazing saddle to socialism.
 
Facts sometimes sound like fiction, and the Obama presidency is more surreal than a Salvador Dali painting.  Hollywood would have no trouble coming up with a more bizarre, illogical and unrealistic script than the true story of Barack Obama, but that says more about the fecal material sold by Hollywood than it does about the logic of electing an inexperienced Marxist community organizer as president.  A person in the first half of the twentieth century could have limited their friends to high officials of the Third Reich and have had more decent friends than the friends of Barack Obama.  In Obama, voters elected a man who as an Illinois state legislator stated that it would be too problematic to save a baby that survived a botched abortion, and then when running for president stated that it was above his pay grade to determine when human life begins.  Well, obviously for Obama, human life doesn't begin at birth unless he sanctions murder!
 
Barack Obama said to look at the people he surrounds himself with to learn what kind of president he will be.  One of his czars is a felon and an avowed communist.  Another czar wrote a book on techniques of population control.  Still another has advanced the notion that people can be ranked according to age in order to allot limited healthcare resources.  Barack Obama was probably considering Michael Vick for ASPCA czar until the Philadelphia Eagles signed him.
 
In 6 short months as president, Obama has demonized Wall Street, Republicans, insurance companies, oil and coal companies, doctors, Rush Limbaugh, Fox News, tea parties, and town hall attendees.  When he's not demonizing something or someone in America, you can bet he's overseas apologizing for America's past - which he is going to correct.  Israel would be wise to keep its powder dry and loaded because it will not be safeguarded by this administration.
 
A movie script that comes to mind when thinking about this administration could be titled Barackula, the story of a vampire prince planning to turn Americans into communal zombies in order to provide nourishment to the bloodsuckers of Acorn and SEIU.
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The Lifeboat

 A liberal is the leftover husk of what was once a human being.  Loathing humanity rotted away the spiritual seed and now the husk saves trees from sawmills instead of babies from abortionists.
 
The lifeboat was crammed with humanity.  The first mate dug his blade into the side of the boat over and over again, his blood boiling more than the water crashing ominously on the boat's exterior.  Occasionally he would glare over at the fat man who was going to kill him unless he acted first.  He wondered if his pocket knife could cut through all that blubber and find a killing spot.
 
"Captain, we have to lighten the boat!  We won't survive the storm otherwise."
 
The captain knew the first mate was right.  The approaching storm would kill them all unless he acted immediately.  There was no time to deliberate.  But, who was he going to force over the side?
 
"We'll draw straws.  That way everyone has an equal opportunity" said the captain.  "The ten shortest straws go over the side.  The thirty remaining will have at least a chance of survival."
 
"Captain, this isn't any time for democracy.  This is a crisis that demands a pragmatic solution."  It might be me instead of that beached whale who goes overboard.  "Only the strong who can row will save this boat."
 
"What do you suggest, Mr. Immanuel?"  The captain had never thought until now how completely inappropriate the first mate's name.
 
"The strong stay.  The weak go."
 
As gale winds drove blinding salt spray into the eyes of crew and passengers, six elderly, three infants and one fat man were thrown overboard.  With each toss of the weak the sky became white hot steel that reverberated as from a blow of Thor's mighty hammer.  The concussions pounded on eardrums and muted screams.  One woman escaped the grasp of a crewman and jumped after her baby.  As the weak sank the boat lifted.
 
Excuse me dear reader, but I want to stop at this point and assure you that this short story is not an allegory on Obamacare.  So, you needn't find the story "fishy" and send it to the Whitehouse.  While some healthcare advisors to the president place different values on human lives - with infants and the elderly being of lesser value - I would not for a moment believe universal healthcare would apply such rankings to people.
 
Of course, I could be wrong. 
 
 
 
 
 
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An Open Letter to the Congress

Dear Congress,
 
Cap and Trade is not an energy plan.  It's a game plan.  It will be a game where you make the rules, you referee, and you play and always win.  The game's strategy is to gain complete control of the economy, reduce individual liberties and squeeze every last dollar possible out of taxpayers and the private sector.
 
The game's loser is me, the taxpayer.  I lose more of my income.  I lose more of my freedoms and liberties.  I lose my time and energy.  Before the game is over, I may lose my sanity.
 
Time and energy I once devoted to my family is now required to feed your insatiable appetite.  You are like a participant in a hotdog eating contest that didn't wait for the starting bell but proceeded to eat all the hotdogs, the dishes, tables and chairs, and the other contestants.  As President Obama might state, "The urgency of the situation requires immediate action.  Don't bother to read it.  Eat it!  Eat it!  Eat it!"
 
With the passage of Cap and Trade and labeling CO2 a pollutant, you think you'll significantly reduce the danger of global warming.  But, there is something warming that is far more dangerous to you - far more imminent - and you don't need Al Gore or some bought and paid for UN scientist to explain it to you.  All you have to do is take a short trip outside of the Beltway and away from the Main Stream Media and the liberal elites.
 
Now that you're outside the Beltway, look around.  I know that you're frightened, but you needn't be.  This is the real America.  The people you see wouldn't even harm a preborn, so you're in no physical danger.
 
Notice the beads of sweat on that fellow over there?  Through that man's labor you are able to sit in air-conditioned comfort and pass laws that steal the fruits of his labor and enslave his children to a debt that can never be repaid.  You want to establish a new bureaucracy to regulate the intangible greenhouse gas emissions for the entire economy and you can't even run a railroad.  Give me a break.  Give him a break!
 
Speaking of breaks, you have driven me almost to my breaking point.  There is a fever growing inside of me and millions of other Americans that is far more dangerous to you're well-being than some inconvenient global warming.  I have had more than enough of your lying, cheating, criminal, and unconstitutional behavior.  You and this administration have stolen power that constitutionally belongs to the states, and you will not keep it.  You want to silence AM radio and limit free speech, but it is you that will ultimately be limited.
 
Cap and Trade is more about political power than electrical power.  If you were serious about greenhouse gas emissions, then you would be building nuclear power plants and drilling for the 2,000 trillion cubic feet of natural gas in this country.  If we need help building safe nuclear power plants, we can ask the French.
 
So forget Cap and Trade unless you want to see half the electorate experience spontaneous human combustion.  Take my advice and go nuclear and natural gas.  You can also throw in the Energy Secretary's advice and paint roofs white.  For good measure, stop coloring your gray hair or covering that chrome dome.  Then you, Al Gore and the rest of the climate alarmists can breathe a sigh of relief.  But wait, breathing a sigh of relief would produce greenhouse gas pollutants!  Maybe, you should stop breathing.  I'll pop open a bottle of champagne on that day.
 
By the way, what are those bubbles in champagne?
 
Yours truly,
The Buffalo Gnat
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Putting on the Ritz, Crackers

Have you seen the well-to-do who lives on  Pennsylvania Avenue?

He is having a glorious time spending voters’ every hard-earned dime

And giving constitutionalists fits while Puttin on the Ritz.

 

He moves like a Fred Astaire, reading teleprompters with great flair.

A Czar with galactic fame and carrying a Muslim name,

Maybe he’s a reborn king or ancient ruler of old Peking.

 

Congress bows before his grace and to his queen in sleeveless lace

While Fancy Nancy bobs up and down like a restless, spastic circus clown.

Later his Veep travels south, packing both feet in his mouth.

 

He bought Chrysler and GM and maybe next will be 3M.

Then, voters can freely tape their heads before they blow to tiny shreds

And wrap up their frozen toes because the emperor has their clothes.

 

His majesty forsakes the law, no binding contract has he saw

And fired an IG on a reason phony to protect his Sacramento crony.

Such is now law and order within our unprotected border.

 

He thinks that he’s above it all and “tea brains” are way too small

But we know when we’re being conned and when our future’s being pawned.

We’re not crackers with dim wits; he’s just a Putin with lots of glitz.
 
Brave Neda's heart no longer beats for Iranians slaughtered in the streets.
Still, this Prince of the Pillars offers an olive branch to their killers.
Just a "problem" His Eloquence said, his terse epitaph to the dead. 
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Lord of the Words

 

The Lord looked upon his land and saw that it was good.  Using 2 powerful spy cameras designed by a defunct military and mounted on twin towers, he could see perfectly to the horizon.  One of the towers had once been called the Washington Monument, but its name was now the Pelosi Tower. 

Most of his subjects he saw were walking.  He admired their fitness.  Most were as trim as he.  Hours of walking to and from work had eliminated obesity, and universal health care wasn’t costing as much as anticipated.  Each subject was dressed in the official state uniform.  The uniform consisted of a green shirt and pants to symbolize a pristine Earth, and a white turban with a red star to symbolize the state religion and government.  It had not been the Lord’s idea to adopt Islam as the state religion, but Ahmadinajad had demanded this in an impromptu meeting.  In hindsight, maybe it would have been better to have had preconditions.

Some subjects were riding Segways. The Lord smiled at the sight of two riders lying beneath a cherry tree, possibly waiting for the sun to return from behind a cloud so that their solar powered Segways would operate again.  He, Pelosi, and Reid had easily outlawed all carbon fuels.  Immobile automobiles were now the residences of the once homeless until the government could provide apartment living to each and every citizen.  Spread the wealth and to each according to his or her needs was the people’s slogan.

Pelosi and Reid convinced the Lord to sign the Fairness Doctrine and AM radio ceased to exist.  Limbaugh and Beck were now imprisoned in the twin towers and were the official callers to prayer.  The Lord needed no convincing to sign the Card Check law that abolished the secret ballot for workers voting on whether to unionize.  All business was now unionized.  All workers now paid union dues to support important issues such as marriage between a man and a man, a woman and a woman, a man and a cadaver, a woman and whatever, and so on.

The world of free men was over.  It had been so easy for the Lord of the Words.

First, free men had been fighting amongst themselves.  Angry with compassionate but foolish leadership in the Whitehouse, fuming about corruption in Congress, shocked by debauchery in bathroom stalls and seduction of Congressional pages, free men were fractured.

Second, the voice and words of the Lord called people to him like a siren called sailors to their death in the epic The Odyssey or like the Pied Piper’s music entranced and led rats to slaughter.  Liberals cast aside a Clinton at his beckoning!

Third, the Lord had deceived free men by promising to accept public funding and running an honest campaign for president.  Instead, the Lord, using his siren’s voice to enrapture donors, amassed a huge war chest with which he built a mighty army.  An army made not from mighty oaks but from acorns.  Acorns easily transported from one state line to the next.  The Lord named the soldiers of his army Aorcs (pronounced A Orkz), to signify their origin from acorns.

On November 4, 2008, the Lord’s Aorcs overran the ramparts of free men in Virginia, Florida, Ohio and Indiana.  The government was securely in the hands of liberal allies, and soon all media would be wrapped around the Lord’s finger like a powerful, supernatural ring.

The End, until 2012.  If ever.  

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I Remember Art Linkletter and Darwin

 

Only a small fraction of the enormous number of stimuli to the five senses is indelibly imprinted into the neurons of a human brain in one’s lifetime.  Most thoughts wash across the mind and then recede as fast as an ocean wave lapping a shoreline. Fewer thoughts linger like the ebb and flow of tides.  Then, there are the thoughts as long-lived as ice deep within a glacier, frozen within neurons unwilling to let them sublime into the ether.

I wish that I could decide which memories went into such long-term storage.  I would fill my brain with lasting memory of Trigonometry and Calculus, scientific theories and the history of mankind.  Try as I might, though, the comprehension of these important thoughts enter my brain like a skulking thief and exit like a scalded dog.  Instead, I cannot forget the Art Linkletter Show and one day in 7th grade English when I sneezed so forcefully that another loud sound was forced out.  Some days I wished I were dead, and I probably remember every one of them, too.

The only thing I remember of the Art Linkletter Show was the regular skit of Mr. Linkletter asking a group of children questions.  On one show Mr. Linkletter asked the children where their belly button came from.  One boy explained that when God would make a person, he would finish by poking each person in the belly and saying, “You’re done!”

To a child, this is a reasonable explanation.  A child knows nothing of the development of a human from egg to newborn, at least no child of the Art Linkletter era.

To Charles Darwin, evolution was a reasonable explanation for the origins of species.  Darwin knew nothing of the complexity of organisms at the microcellular level.  He never knew of the incredible (I dare say miraculous) architectures of microscopic cellular structures working harmoniously and unerringly to produce the chemistry and body of life.  Yes, natural selection can modify a finch’s beak, but it cannot create a bird.

Evolution with its tool natural selection hypothetically chooses the “fittest of the fit”.  The fitter organisms don’t waste energy producing useless structures and chemicals.  A mammal’s eye without the enzymes necessary to produce vision would be a useless structure, and the enzymes necessary for vision without the eye would be useless, complex proteins.  A sighted organism certainly has survival advantages over an unsighted organism, but how does evolution and undirected random chance create the eye’s structure, the enzymes, the optic nerve and the area of the brain necessary for vision simultaneously?

Darwin never calculated the odds that such a complex structure as the mammalian eye could evolve concurrently with the many enzymes necessary to translate a photon of light on the retina into a biochemical stimulus of the optic nerve.  Imagine the movie director Michael Moore wearing water wings and beating Michael Phelps and six other world-class swimmers to win an Olympic gold medal.  Now, imagine the same scenario but with Moore also wearing concrete galoshes, and Moore still wins Olympic gold.  This swimming miracle is statistically more probable than evolution creating the mammalian eye.  So, unless there is some unknown, intrinsic intelligence in matter such as The Force in the Star Wars movies the odds say evolution can’t hack it.

Why then, after more than 150 years is Darwinian evolution still the theory of choice for explaining the origin of life and speciation, when at best it's an interesting hypothesis and at worst it's conjecture?  Because it has become the Holy Grail of liberalism.

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