About Dating Methods and Rudyard Kipling and J.R.R.Tolkien...
Hat tip to Karl for this comic
Recently (within the last year) I have posted evidence of a young age for bedrock and lower-level rocks (zircons with grantitic rock and polonium radiohalo evidence) and also evidence that blood and flesh and DNA, remains and not fossilized, have been found within the sedimentary rock layers in creatures such as dinosaurs and salamanders. Various organisms trapped within amber are now yielding evidence of a young age. The rapid subduction theory in association with the flood is reflected in non-uniformity within the magma layer of the Earth. In other words, there have been many posts concerning dating methods this year. But we will likely stir up something with the Bill Jahns article anyway.
Recently (within the last year) I have posted evidence of a young age for bedrock and lower-level rocks (zircons with grantitic rock and polonium radiohalo evidence) and also evidence that blood and flesh and DNA, remains and not fossilized, have been found within the sedimentary rock layers in creatures such as dinosaurs and salamanders. Various organisms trapped within amber are now yielding evidence of a young age. The rapid subduction theory in association with the flood is reflected in non-uniformity within the magma layer of the Earth. In other words, there have been many posts concerning dating methods this year. But we will likely stir up something with the Bill Jahns article anyway.
I do not know what to say to people who understand that the Laws of Thermodynamics and Abiogenesis have been proven many times and yet they not only come back with a "but", they usually come back with remarkably simplistic and unconvincing dumb reasons...so can we call such behavior being a "Dumb But?"
One last time before we go into dating methods, allow me to list a few things Darwinists could not do:
- Account for the existence of the Universe
- Account for the existence of information
- Provide any proof for a material or naturalistic source for information and/or design
- Provide a naturalistic definition of the essence of life itself
- Account for the beginning of life
- Explain away the Laws of Thermodynamics
- Provide even one example of objective evidence to support macroevolution
While commenters have occasionally gone so far as to call me a liar, the statements I have made above? I stand behind them 100%. When you know what you are talking about you can explain it simply. If you can prove something it will not take you long to give the answer. If Darwinists were confident in their proofs, they would go take Dr. JP's money! Darwinists like to bury you in long, elaborate just-so stories based on assumptions and imagination rather than fact. Darwinists have built an elaborate imaginary world in which evolution did magic things on a consistent basis for hundreds of millions of years. Too bad they cannot give us any actual EVIDENCE because it has not happened within the last 150 years and it has just plain never happened at all.
Let's give you one example: This is one of Kipling's series of "Just-So" stories. It is a rambling explanation that reminds one of the kinds of stories Darwinists make up for how a cow decided to become a whale, etc.
HOW THE FIRST LETTER WAS WRITTEN
Now I would be unkind to make you read the whole thing here, but it starts like this:
"ONCE upon a most early time was a Neolithic man. He was not a Jute or an Angle, or even a Dravidian, which he might well have been, Best Beloved, but never mind why. He was a Primitive, and he lived cavily in a Cave, and he wore very few clothes, and he couldn't read and he couldn't write and he didn't want to, and except when he was hungry he was quite happy. His name was Tegumai Bopsulai, and that means, 'Man-who-does-not-put-his-foot- forward-in-a-hurry'; but we, O Best Beloved, will call him Tegumai, for short. And his wife's name was Teshumai Tewindrow, and that means, 'Lady-who-asks-a-very-many-questions'; but we, O Best Beloved, will call her Teshumai, for short. And his little girl-daughter's name was Taffimai Metallumai, and that means, 'Small-person-without-any-manners-who-ought-to-be-spanked'; but I'm going to call her Taffy. And she was Tegumai Bopsulai's Best Beloved and her own Mummy's Best Beloved, and she was not spanked half as much as was good for her; and they were all three very happy. As soon as Taffy could run about she went everywhere with her Daddy Tegumai, and sometimes they would not come home to the Cave till they were hungry, and then Teshumai Tewindrow would say, 'Where in the world have you two been to, to get so shocking dirty? Really, my Tegumai, you're no better than my Taffy.'
Now attend and listen!One day Tegumai Bopsulai went down through the beaver-swamp to the Wagai river to spear carp-fish for dinner, and Taffy went too. Tegumai's spear was made of wood with shark's teeth at the end, and before he had caught any fish at all he accidentally broke it clean across by jabbing it down too hard on the bottom of the river. They were miles and miles from home (of course they had their lunch with them in a little bag), and Tegumai had forgotten to bring any extra spears.
'Here's a pretty kettle of fish!' said Tegumai. 'It will take me half the day to mend this.'
'There's your big black spear at home,' said Taffy. 'Let me run back to the Cave and ask Mummy to give it me.'
'It's too far for your little fat legs,' said Tegumai. 'Besides, you might fall into the beaver-swamp and be drowned. We must make the best of a bad job.' He sat down and took out a little leather mendy-bag, full of reindeer-sinews and strips of leather, and lumps of bee's-wax and resin, and began to mend the spear.
Taffy sat down too, with her toes in the water and her chin in her hand, and thought very hard. Then she said--'I say, Daddy, it's an awful nuisance that you and I don't know how to write, isn't it? If we did we could send a message for the new spear.'
'Taffy,' said Tegumai, 'how often have I told you not to use slang? "Awful" isn't a pretty word, but it could be a convenience, now you mention it, if we could write home.'
Just then a Stranger-man came along the river, but he belonged to a far tribe, the Tewaras, and he did not understand one word of Tegumai's language. He stood on the bank and smiled at Taffy, because he had a little girl-daughter Of his own at home. Tegumai drew a hank of deer-sinews from his mendy-bag and began to mend his spear.
'Come here, said Taffy. 'Do you know where my Mummy lives?' And the Stranger-man said 'Um!' being, as you know, a Tewara.
'Silly!' said Taffy, and she stamped her foot, because she saw a shoal of very big carp going up the river just when her Daddy couldn't use his spear.
'Don't bother grown-ups,' said Tegumai, so busy with his spear-mending that he did not turn round.
'I aren't, said Taffy. 'I only want him to do what I want him to do, and he won't understand...'"