Full of squirrily vim, 'I speak so I am said' has this to say to heathens pointing to one un-ignorably torrid greenhouse palaeoclime:
"The Eocene epoch--or its dating, at least--is
not a part of my faith. I realize that it is part of
the faith system of most scientists today. But
they were not around to observe it, and they
adhere to the presupposition of uniformitarianism."
Which recalls The Book Of Genesis , Chapter minus 17, verse four :
And the Lord looked out upon his creation
and saw it left a Lot to be Desired,
Yea, even like unto the Pillar of Salt to
be introduced many chapters hence, for the
Lord was right wroth with the giant sloth.
Neither was He amused by the cumbersome
Co-ry-pho-don, the unattractive Ui-n-ta-ther-i-um
the asinine Ar-sin-oi-ther-i-um, the miserable
Mes'onyx, the unhyphenated Hyaenodon or the
Sar-kast-o-don, for its teeth curled, and it was snarky.
And lo, when the oafish Moropus
defiled his latest opus the Lord said
unto Himself "No more of this!" and
therewith erased He the Eocene eon
from the Book of Numbers, where it
cannot be found to this day.
Here endeth the lesson .
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