Chapter 9: Consider the French.
There they sit, surrounded by the monuments of a once great nation,
their lives given over to luxurious indolence and the gratification of
the senses. Where once lived a nation of warriors, there now lives a
nation enslaved to the licentious pleasures of the table and the
boudoir. Their menfolk are weak in body and mind, their women
voluptuous and enslaved to their carnal desires.
What can one expect from such a nation? They argue over philosophy,
weaving a web of weasel words which hide the emptiness of their
Their science is no better. Clever intellectual constructions whose
complicated internal logic deceives the mind of those not equipped to
perceive the reality which surrounds us. The simple eye of faith
rejects this spiders web of deceit and sees clearly that beneath it is
nothing but fantasy. Science – True Science ™ sees through such
Consider the Scientist.
The biologist, counting the hairs on the appendages of some small
crawling creature he has unearthed from beneath a dank rock. From such
minutiae, from such insignificant detail vast and false conclusions
are drawn. He sets up systems of classification, ever-branching, ever
more complex, and all in an attempt to evade the truth. The truth that
a child can see, but to which the limited, self-absorbed mind of the
biologist is blind. A child can see that a whale is a fish, and
perhaps, some day, what is called biological “science” will catch up
with that innocent observation. All the animals we see are of a few
kinds, and these kinds derive from those which were preserved from
death and destruction by the intervention of the Divine Mind of God
and the hand of Noah. The truth that is written for all to read in
God’s own book, written in his true language, the language spoken in
the great days of the English nation before they were led to
destruction and madness by the evil plots of the Darwinists, the
language of King James.
Consider the True Scientist.
The noble science of physics, founded by that great Scientist and
great Christian, knighted by the King in recognition of his
contributions to science and religion, Sir Isaac Newton. His mind
perceived the hand of God, who set the immutable Laws which govern the
Universe of his own creation. His mind set the principles which guided
all future generations of scientists. And from one of his successors
came the greatest set-back for the Darwinists, the Evilutionists, and
their doctrine of damnation.
It was easy to ensnare the minds of the lesser scientists, the
biologists and geologists, too obsessed with minute and irrelevant
detail to see the greater whole, toiling away in their dark rooms, or
in their muddy quarries. Such minds can be led by the soft seductions
of logic, such minds can be led to accept the unthinkable, the great
falsehood of an ancient earth, the greater falsehood of mutability of
kinds. And it was in such minds that the Darwinists made their
greatest conquests, until there remained few in those sciences who
stood steadfast to the Truth, to the Bible, and to the True Religion
But the true scientist spoke, and the world listened.
William Thompson, whose great intellect was recognised by Queen
Victoria who appointed him to the title of Lord Kelvin, using the
divinely inspired science of mathematics and physics, calculated the
age of the earth, and showed that it was young. His science, based on
the Laws of Nature, not the idle theorising of the Darwinists, showed
that the earth was too cool to be old. The Laws of Thermodynamics show
beyond doubt that the earth could not be more than a few thousand
years old. This is real science, true science, the science which makes
possible the machines which run our entire civilisation.
For the True Believer ™ this marvellous revelation was an occasion of
For the Darwinists, it spelled ruination. It seemed that all their
schemes were thwarted, all their work undone. Darwin was dead, Huxley
now withdrawn and isolated – “ill health” they claimed. Their
following in Germany was still strong, but who cared what happened in
that dim and dismal place? The French, who though supporting the cause
of the Darwinists held themselves aloof – who cared about the French?
But sometimes help comes from an unexpected quarter.
It was one of those fertile but corrupted minds which came up with an
idea. An insignificant trick of optics, dismissed by more noble minds,
set the seed from which sprang a great, loathsome tree of conjecture
and empty theory.
“What if?….” he mused, “what if atoms fell apart? What if in falling
apart they gave out heat?”
One may as well postulate that a falling rock generates heat. But to
the closed and misguided minds of these so-called “scientists” such
idle speculations were a life-line, and a renewal of hope. To the True
ScientistsÔ, it spelled a set-back from which they still struggle to
“Heat,” mused Becquerel, “heat from within the earth.”
Counteracting the Laws of Nature. Contradicting True ScienceÔ and True
Religion Ô. A fabrication to keep the philosophy of the evilutionists
alive. But it caught on in the minds even of some Real Scientists.
Why? Who knows? Where was Darwinism now? It’s figurehead gone, his
enforcer gone, who now kept the vast, corrupt machine working? How was
the discipline of this evil religion enforced? Where was the
Well-oiled machines do not leave things to chance. Take away a part of
the mechanism, and a replacement part will be found. The machine, now
repaired, works as well as ever. So much at least the Darwinists had
learned from True ScienceÔ. So the leadership continued in an unbroken
line. However, they no longer needed or wanted a public figure. Such
was their hold on the halls of science that such a figure was
unnecessary, and undesirable.
So a leader arose from the shadows, and kept in the shadows. No longer
working in the public eye, but covertly, secretly. The public debates
were over, and now the cause was maintained by pressure behind the
scenes. A word to an administrator here, a threat there, promised
funding suddenly withdrawn.
“Play the game and you’ll be fine. Stop playing the game and things
will be difficult. You won’t get that promotion you were promised. You
won’t get that grant you were expecting. You’ll find that your work
will be rejected by any journal you want to submit it to. So take the
easy route. Just go along with the way things are.”
And most of those researchers would simply fold under the pressure.
Few scientists have the moral courage to stand up to such pressures,
and those in the biological sciences, the pickers of fine detail,
obsessing over minutiae, are not those with moral courage.
A few stood out, and their lives were not easy.
Imagine a research laboratory in a University somewhere in Europe.
“Can you smell fish?” one asks. “I’m sure I can smell fish.”
“Yes, I can smell fish” his loutish companion responds “Oh, hello
Agassiz. I didn’t see you there.”
He waved his arms, upsetting the tray Agassiz was carrying apparently
“Oh, sorry. Is that something important?”
A unique and priceless collection of pre-diluvial fossils, strong
evidence for the ancient world of Genesis, lies in shattered fragments
on the floor. Agassizs’ shoulders drop. Such pettiness, such constant
mockery is part of his daily life, a constant drain on his temper and
energy. This life in Europe was becoming intolerable.
He thought of a new land, a place where True Religion and True Science
were still strong, a land uncorrupted by the evil of European culture.
A place where the true value of man was still understood. There, in
that shinning city on a hill, noble savages taken from their empty
lives on the dark continent of Africa, were brought to the
enlightenment of True ReligonÔ. Provided with light work through the
generosity of their masters, and unburdened by the material
distractions of civilised life, these sons of Ham learned the solace
provided by a knowledge of the Truth. In such a place he would find
the solace his heart desired.
“There are two things that smell of fish, and one of them is Agassiz,”
one lout said to his companion. They laughed uproariously, their
petty, vindictive minds satisfied by such crude and senseless humour.
“I’m leaving as soon as I can,” Agassiz thought. “I’m going to the
promised land. I’m going to America.”
Meanwhile, in Paris, an impressionable young woman was being seduced
by an older man. An intelligent young woman, being seduced by the
fantastical theory of radioactivity.
“You understand what I am asking of you?” he asked “we need to “find”
the source of this radioactivity. We need a great lie to convince the
world of science. A lie for the greater good, for the destruction of
religion. For the triumph of the Lamarckian philosophy.”
His eyes held her. In the summer heat, her flimsy clothing clung to
the luscious contours of her body. Her pink tongue caressed her full,
red lips. A thought of her husband flitted across her intelligent but
vacuous mind, but she dismissed it. To a woman, and a French woman at
that, such matters of morality are mere trifles. Who cares what arms
hold her, whose flesh presses against hers, so long as her carnal
appetites are satisfied for a short time.
Ah! The sins of the fallen Eve. Womankind, created as a companion for
man, so easily seduced. From the first temptations of the serpent, she
had been ready to listen to the whispered voice which drew her away
from the sanctity of faith, ready to lead man to follow her to
And so this fallen Eve, this temptress, this facile but imaginative
mind drew up a new science. A corrupt science, a science built from
nothing but a simple optical trick of some minerals into a weapon
against True Science™ and True Religion™.
“The earth is ancient” they thundered from their secular pulpits.
“radioactivity proves it.”
Never mind that there are better, more compelling explanations.
Never mind that this runs against all the precepts of True Science™,
the science of Newton and Paley.
Never mind that this contradicts the only truth in science, the
science of the Bible.
It supports Evilutionism.
To these great corrupters, nothing else matters.
Hast thou taken of the insane root? For thus it sound so upon mine
Beware good sir for such is the path to madness and bedlam.
>From which few souls hath ever found the path to home.
<snip latest chapter of the Saga>
> Hast thou taken of the insane root? For thus it sound so upon mine
> Beware good sir for such is the path to madness and bedlam.
Go and find Chapters 1 through 8, read and mark them well, and then go
hence, and sin no more.
But good fellow with no postern, nor guide, nor chart of navigation,
how shall one find these things of which thou speakest?
Hie thee to http://www.plesiosaur.com/scribblings/index.php
By St. Loy, 'tis even so. And a merry tale it is, withal. (Although mayhap
some fool shall but take it as a truth, and copy it forth as it were a very
proof against natural philosophy - for worse has been seen in sooth - or so
sayeth my Lord Poe).
Ah, so women are responsible for all the ills of the world. Well
thanks, I didn't know that..
Hey, send your stuff to Mel Gibson or Osama Studios. Sounds like a hit
I've always thought that, apart from the language, France and the US
were pretty similar. Your description so far fits the US just as nicely.
I think the biggest difference is that France is less inconsistent
and (slightly) less hypocritical about it.
I hope you don't mind that I didn't read the rest of your post. It can't
be much good if it starts out like this.
Science is not the be-all and end-all of human existence. It's a tool.
A very powerful tool, but not the only tool. And if only that which
could be verified scientifically was considered real, then nearly all
of human experience would be not-real. -- Zachriel
Are you aware that it's a parody of creationist fantasies?
alias Ernest Major
I am. Well, since about 2 seconds after I replied. My excuse for this
slowness is the fact that it's hot, late, and I'm tired.
Can you remind me what is the website where you store this saga?
That skank! Not even supposed to be born yet, and already at it.
But, since this account is the TRUTH, it is materialist history that
must be in error about the woman's birthdate. Perhaps her occult
practices with 'radioactivity' extended her youthful appearance even
as they consumed her from within, and thus she was able to work under
the guise of a young "student" several decades later.
I also note that materialist history has tried to add some
respectability to this Frenchwoman by attributing her origins to a
more god-fearing nation (although one may ask if being a Papist by
birth makes her any less suspicious). Thank you for correcting the
TRUE historians have recorded that from early student days on
this serpent in human form has been an adherent
of the Positivist church of Mach and Comte.
An abomination even worse than Papism!