Handsome Bob

The Worlds Most Dangerous Bass Player

Mercedes

two lanes over, three lengths ahead Inevers seen a car so cool
bright red two door convertible top with a three point star on the hood
I pulled up to look closer, and I saw in the drivers spot
blue eyed, lush lipped, drop dead temptress, fiery red hair on the top

chorus:
she had a real fine mercedes, she had a real fine mercedes benz

man what a car , man what a girl, man what a beautiful sight
I took her exit off the freeway and I followed her up to the light
I was almost stopped when I let off the brake and made contact with her bumper
she got out mad, but I walked away with her telephone number

chorus 2:
she had a real fine mercedes, she had a real fine mercedes, she had a real fine mercedes and a frame that was built for sin
she had a real fine mercedes, a real fine mercedes honey baby let me take you out for a spin

bridge: there’s always a downside to love at first site, even when you know that it’s real
now was it that woman that I fell for or was it just her automobile?

she was more than i could handle , she was jealous like a child
she said I was a loser, she called me a fool and a jerk
but that was alrioght , everything was just fine when she let me drive the thing to work
chorus3
she had a real fine mercedes (etc.) but she drove me around the bend, she drove off all my friends, she had one real fine mrecedes benz

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Without you

1.I can say without reservation
I never seen a smile light up a face
I never seen a smile that could light up this whole place
then I saw you
then I saw you
2. fire dancing on a melting candle
shadows fall across the wall
you and I become like one person
rising to fall
rising to fall

chorus:
and all that I have, I’ll give to you
this life that i have to live I’ll live with you
when the door swings open wide it better swing wide enough for two
’cause there’s no life I want to live
without you

bridge:
can I escape the blame for the wreckage I have caused?
hurt the ones who loved most and
turned my conscience off
but then I saw you
then I saw you

3. now the way to your heart is dark and tangled
and you’re not won without a cost
but i would rather to have fallen in the battle
than know that I’d lost
to know that i lost
4. southern town on a downward spiral
the buildings rise up to scrape the sky
and they cast a shadow as long as a lifetime
with no one like you
there’s been no one like you
chorus:
and all that I have I give to you
this life that I have to live I ‘ll live with you
when the doors swing open wide they better swing wide enough for two
cause there’s no life I wanna live
without you
bridge II:
Can you escape the blame from the wreckage you have caused?
hurt the ones who loved you most
and turned your conscience off
until I saw you
then I saw you
then I found you
when I saw you

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Thoughts too deep for amatuers

-am I nuts or what?!?!? I already have the answer to that question, but this morning I think I may have the answer to some deeper questions. As I sit alone in a room with a keyboard in front of me and my precious wife lying in bed in emotional agony and unable to function because her son who has been in jail several times and every time he gets out reverts back to recreational drug (crack cocaine) use has disappeared again after securing a good paying job, a decent vehicle and all the things most people need to get back up on their feet. He will turn up eventually dead, or sick, or broke,or at rock bottom again yet still wanting to do thinks “his way” and not accepting life unless he has things just the way he wants them which probably means among other things wealth, sex, and a life of ease that includes having his mothers full attention on him and not on her husband and HER life.
Maybe it’s divine revelation (I do seem to have the spiritual gifts of wisdom and discernment), maybe it’s not but I would contend that God has seen fit to give me these revelations. I certainly don’t think this axiom came from my tiny mind:
We come into this world alone, but more importantly we will leave this world alone. while we are here we are still alone unless we reach out for God. There is no real connection with other people. of course we love our families and friends and we have genuine concern for their welfare, but we are not them. we cannot get inside their souls , their feelings. we can only empathize with their triumphs, disappointments and struggles. ultimately we can only connect on some surface level. Our whole lives are spent; unless we connect with our creator, in a vain uphill climb to gain gratification, validation and/or connection with some one or something. we marry, we have sex, have deep conversations about our dreams ,hopes, fears, childhood memories and accomplishments. We identify with pro athletes, musicians, we join clubs of like minded people who enjoy the same pastimes as we do, but there is still a hole. Most of us have heard the expression or imagery of a God shaped hole in our hearts. Today that is more vivid to me than ever. There is only one relationship that truly matters. The one looking up. the relationships we foster with others are but a dim reflection of that ultimate relationship. the fact that when we pass from this world that is the only lasting enduring thing we take with us is indisputable. I don’t mean to devalue our human relationships. apparently from what I can glean from my miniscule biblical knowledge and accounts of near death experiences we will see and recognize our loved ones in the afterlife. I can only assume that they are still important relationships to us there. I do think that they are probably of a nature we cannot fathom with the limited scope of our earthly minds. that while we may share our relationship with Christ in fellowship with others who love him that when we get to heaven that will take on a scope we cannot conceive of and that there will be a true and deep unity of human spirits in Christ that we are unable to experience here on earth.
what does all this mean ? what does it imply? nothing new I guess. just exactly what Jesus has told us “seek ye first the kingdom of God and all will be given to you (my weak paraphrase of of a verse i am too lazy to look up and get exact)
I truly don’t know what that means I should do about my stepson being out on the streets of Baytown doing crack with all the criminal and self destructive activity that implies. he has said he doesn’t want to live so the logical consequence of that is we may find him dead. i don’t know if he has a relationship with Christ. He has been baptized in prison and has shown a deep illumination to scriptures he has read while being counseled, but on the other hand would he hate his life so much and be trying to fill the hole with drugs if he had the saving relationship. i wish i could answer that . all i can do is hope….and pray.
maybe it’s crazy but i am thinking I may be fixing to get in my truck and with prayer that i find him go looking

several hours later: Found him
well like every other time I find the needle in the haystack . out of money, physically spent, health wrecked, all his possessions traded for crack cocaine. now he’s at my house with no means ,and promising to go to rehab and trying to think of a way out of it . my wife is off the deep end with sorrow, rage, and fear about him (and his son; kidnapped and taken to another state illegally by his mother ) . Me, I feel like i am in the middle of a tornado that’s subsided for the moment.
The tornado that seems to be my life is only bearable because I know in the deepest part of my soul and sub-concious that God is in control of our lives and he really doesn’t care if we have comfort in this moment., His ultimate concern is whether or not we are becoming what he has planned for us to be in eternity. How can I selfishly ask for an easy life when i know every event, every trial is shaping me (and those around me)? How could I not be happy in spite of difficulties when I know God has his hand on my tiny little insignificant life? I guess the answer is I am pretty content. I may have to work two jobs to do it, but I have enough money to live somewhat comfortably (and how hard is playing the electric bass for a living anyway?) I have a beautiful wife who is dedicated to me, loyal and looks good in sexy lingerie. I have lifelong friends both Christian and non-Christian (and even a few who are regrettably are democrats) whose companionship I can count on in good and bad times. I have a lovely daughter in Phoenix and a stepson who will be a hell of a guy if he can ever escape the crack pipe. so….who’s complainin’? not me!!!!!

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Nothing ever happens ’round here

nothing ever happens around here
been waiting round for summer ,don’t think that it’s coming this year
there’s no one on the street after the sun goes down
there’s no one in their right mind living in this town
nothing ever happens around here

traffic lights change for no one in the night
and the streetlights dot the pavement with halos of eerie bkue light
truck drivers pass up vacant signs at empty hotels
just a ghost town oasis on the way to somewhere else
nothing ever happens around here

every day is just another day in my life
seems I’m working my life away just trying to survive
I’m gonna leave this little town that’s what I’m gonna do
got a wife that don’t love me ,I’m gonna leave her too
cause nothing ever happen around here

refrain:
and everybody in the city trying to make it to the top of the hill
the whole world is spinning round and round and here time just stands still

I’m gonna go to the city where the bright lights shine
yes I’m gonna move to the city, I’ve made up my mind
cause this is just a place to grow old and die
that’s what most of ‘em do here and they never ask why
but nothing ever happens round here

(original last verse)

tomorrow morning i’m gonna quit my job
load up my pistol and find me a station to rob
I’m gonna gas up my car and drive right out of this town
anybody tries to stop me I might shoot ‘em down

(revised for out back records publishing in 2000)

tomorrow morning I’m gonna quit my job
load up my suitcase with the dreams I’ve had robbed
i’m gonna gas up my car and drive right out of this town
just one look in the rearview and it’s see ya round
nothing ever happens round here

repeat refrain

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Say it again

I haven’t asked you to read my mind,
I won’t make you play a guessing game,
I have spoken clearly
I have tried to give to you more than I have,
done my best to never let you down,
I was always yours for the asking
You can only drink for so long,
before the well runs dry,you could make it rain and fill me up,
then take all you want to fill your cup

(chorus one)
so won’t you please say it
say it softly,say it plain
then once you say it, say it again
then tell me that you will, that you can
that nothing’s gonna stop you , and say it again

I am so ashamed of my need sometime
that I have tried to wish it away,
but it’s just a fact of my life
I’m trying not to come undone
to hold my head up high
but I am just this man that you see
I only know one way to be
I’ve got one life I’ve been given
at times it seems so short
don’t you see why this is important

(chorus 2)

So won’t you just say it
say you will, that you can
that it’s what you’ve always wanted , and that it’s just a start
then tell me, tell me with a kiss, with your eyes
then say it and mean it from your heart
when you say it again
let me hear it one more time
then say it again and again and again and again

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Esmerelda

ESMERELDA key of C or A

(chorus)
esmerelda has really missed my mind up
esmerelda had really messed my mind up
life with esmerelda is messing up my brain
esmerelda

verse 1:
she always has a headache though i’m the one in pain
tells me that she’s miserable and I’m the one to blame
she never stops complaining ’bout everything in sight
the only time she talks to me is when she picks a fight
(repeat chorus)

verse 2:
I asked her, esmerelda where is our money at?
she said she had to buy a diamond collar for her cat
I think while we was sleeping the aliens came in
they took my esmerelda and they left her evil twin
(repeat chorus)

verse 3:
I remember she was lovely in her white wedding dress
I remember how she used to care about our happiness
i go to work I take my pay ,it’s such a tiny fee
all she says is “gimme some” and “what’d you buy for me”
(repeat chorus)

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more on kirk faris

Kirk is a local songwriter and a guy who really takes an interest in this community. (he’s been working on building a park near downtown for as long as I have known him i think)
It’s not like i know Kirk well or that we’re close or that i would even know how to get in touch with him if i needed to. the thing is Kirk is one of those people I am glad to know. I am a fan of his music so when I saw him tonight i bought a copy of his album and I really, really like it. For me; mister hyper analytical, hyper-critical it is rare to listen to music that i can just enjoy without having to decide whether I like the mix
or whether I thought the piano was too loud or the drummer too busy or pass judgement on the songwriting. I enjoy Kirk’s songs the same way i enjoy him: at face value without reservation. He is just Kirk with all his complexities, quirks and sly wit. He is a person who i wouldn’t change one bit and who I cannot help but hold in high esteem, because i know his heart is in what he does and his mind is engaged.
The album ; I’ve only just listened to the all thirteen songs and it is a delight. I am sure it will be the main thing I listen to for the next week or so. Like I said it almost defies analysis, but every word seems so purposeful no matter how mundane. there is an honesty, a transparency about this collection. it just feels right and it feels like sitting down and having a conversation with the man himself. how often do you get music like that these days? maybe it’s just that Kirk is not trying to be anything musically other than who or what he is and i comes across. Kirk can use a cliche, make it sound like you never heard it before and wish you’d come up with it first. this is good stuff, thanks Kirk
the album itself sounds as good or better than any locally produced release I’ve heard (thanks to rock romano at red shack studio, a place I’ve done session work myself in the past). the guitar tones are pure and bell clear and the recording of kirks voice has an intimate up close quality very much like what jonatha brooke achieved on her back in the circus album (she is much prettier than kirk). I would highly recomend that if you live in Houston you seek Kirk out and get a copy of this album, or go to Kirks myspace page and see if you can negotiate a mail order deal with him or something.

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knee surgery and the assumption of prejudice

This past couple of weeks my right knee became swollen. There was no single accident or event that brought this on, yet it finally left me unable to walk and seeking a doctors care. The resultant progression of events led me to arthroscopic outpatient surgery for damaged cartilage which I am now in my second day of recuperation from. Quite nicely, thank you for asking.
The day of surgery was uneventful, they dress you funny, you go to sleep, a nurse wakes you up and your wife drives you home and gets things from other rooms for you. It is customary with these type of procedures to give you a medium grade of pain medication to help you be more comfortable while awaiting the procedure and then accelerate to a more potent type once the slicing is done when the supposed “real pain” ensues. This was the method in my case.
I, as many in my age and socio-economic group, and most in my rock musician vocation did experiment with recreational drugs when I was young. Most of us came to our senses many years ago and left the demon weed or whatever poison behind years ago. I was a habitual pot smoker for 7 or 8 years and tried four or five other drugs once or twice and found they mainly made me lazy, unmotivated and too broke to buy new guitars. I left them all behind completely in 1981 and never looked back. although only a very casual drinker, I eventually put that down and except for a glass of wine with the family at Holidays haven’t had a drop of that stuff either for probably fifteen years.
This brief history of my life is the only presented as the setup to indicate how unexpected and intense my wild brain fry at the hands of prescription pain medication was for the eighteen hour period ending about 4:00 AM yesterday morning.
I took the first dose as soon as we got the bottle from the pharmacy, because the description of the post surgical pain I had heard about was not something I wanted to experience when the anesthesiologists’ high octane numbing solutions wore off.
it eased the pain okay I guess, it hurt less than it had before surgery so I figured it was good stuff. After about three hours I began to feel some discomfort and decided I would dose myself every three and one half hours instead of the recommended four to avoid the lag time. Well an hour into the second dosage I began to say silly stuff inadvertently. Not at all out of the ordinary for me, but it was almost involuntary goofy stuff descriptions of appliances and ornamental furniture. I was trying to sleep but all I could do was doze off for a few moments and awake to odd detailed dreams of places I had never been; landscapes that looked so real I could smell the air and virtual palaces furnished with ornate furniture and lavishly furnished retro sixties rooms that changed from colours more beautiful than anything I’d ever seen to shimmering gold and brass. It wasn’t like any dream I’d ever had. It was all about textures, colours, juxtapositions, symmetry,and design. It seemed rather innocent at first, and I thought ha ha!, I get to get a little high like old times for free!! how silly!! and legal!! I guess it’ll be kind of fun!
After the third or fourth dose I decided I better stretch on out to four hours to make sure I didn’t take too much of whatever this stuff was (it was something called hydrocodone, the full meaning of which I am getting to). it is a good thing because that’s when it got a little uglier. No, a lot uglier. Ocer the next two or three hours I saw things no man should ever see. Hallucinations so horrible I get nauseous recalling them. I saw myself being ripped apart by giant, unrecognisable carnivores. I saw my self savagely murdering my wife friends and children. I saw massive armies of mutants devouring the landscape and leaving thousands of people half dead and crying out in agony. I saw landscapes fall away to leave nothjing but barren wasteland where there were once trees, mountains and streams. I stood on the precipice of madness for six or seven hours while this stuff worked it’s way out of my system. Finally, the fog started to clear and I was actually grateful to have pain coming from my knee because that meant the mental anguish was over. I took a couple of ibuprofen instead.
curious as to the nature of the drug that had beaten me up so bad, I looked up hydrocodone on the internet. well what do you know, it is tylenol with CODIENE. The same codiene that when taken in cough syrup as a young child had sent me running through my parents house in the middle of the night ripping my pajamas off and screaming at the top of my lungs that “they ” were after me and unless God killed them with fire I was going to die before smashing dishes in the sink and hiding under the bed whimpering like a puppy. I had forgotten that for me there is one drug that is so hallucination inducing, so disorienting, and skin crawling weird in what it does to my mind that I should never get near it again. I was so shook up that for two days I was actually physically afraid to touch the pill bottle they came in.
well the other thing that happened was that on the eveining after surgery I had to go with my wife to Wal-mart to pick up something important (I think dog food) .
As we entered with me on crutches, we walked up to the automatic sliding door marked entrance and proceeded in. we were met with a crowd of two or three people pushing baskets relentlessly out the in door. here I am on crutches and I am besieged by goofballs going out the wrong door. Righteously indignant over being overwhelmed by these people I gestured toward the exit door with one raised crutch and loudly said “The exit is over there, can’t any of you people read English?!?!?” They all just pushed right past me , making no effort to go to the correct door. I walked a couple of steps into the store when suddenly I was rammed by a shopping cart from behind!!! yes on crutches someone rammed me with a shopping cart form behind knocking me off balance. I turned to see a youngish girl (one of the out the entrance bunch) who had truned around and come after me. Her eyes were on fire as she yelled “I speak english you ignorant pig!!!” I was puzzled !! ” I speak English and you are just ignorant!!” she said.
I replied ” so what you’re telling me is you are just rude”
“No!” she yelled ,”you are an ignorant racist klansman!” she said
Well okay at this point I realized that although she had very light skin and didn’t really look the part she was Hispanic. she was so stupid and ignorant herself and so programmed to see racism in every action that she took my affront to the rudeness people as a racial slur of some sort.
I am definitely not racist. my daughter is Hispanic and two of my closest friend and co-workers are black. It struck me that this is the society that the Jesse Jackson’s, Quanel X’s and Al Sharpton’s of the world have given us. How can we have racial equality when the very idiots who scream the loudest do not want it to go away because it is their power base. So much so that they have taught a younger generation that any anti social behavior they exhibit which anyone questions is only condemned because they are not white. No my dear young hispanic female assailant, I did not accuse you of not speaking English because your skin is not the same color as mine. I accused you of not being smart enough to follow the simplest rules of social order that are spelled out plainly. I have no problem with you being Hispanic. I do have a problem with you being ignorant, foul, rude, selfish, and completely stupid all of which you proved to me with your actions and defense of the indefensible

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Liberals Song

The liberals song (with the chords)
verse 1:
C D G G/F# Em
liberals pass legislation to keep our treatment fair
C D G7
of all the special interest groups they want out of their hair
C D G G/F# Em
they want to save the poor and the homeless, they want to save the criminals
C D G7
so they can all get out of jail and become more liberals
C D GH G/F# Em
if you’ve got no job or education here’s what liberals will do
C D G
they’ll take away the rich folks money and they’ll give it all to you

(CHORUS)
C D G7
Liberals, trying to save the world in pieces;
C D G7
Liberals, tunnel vision never ceases
C D
liberals they stomp and they scream and they holler
G7
with every single word
C D G
a desperate attempt by the dying breed to get their voices heard

verse 2:
you’ve got your vegetarian pothead socialists living in the sixties still
homeless gay nazi paraplegics for christ
new age buddhist libertarians on the outside of capitol hill
cat lovers for the ethical treatment of mice
black presbyterian new age astrologers for the whales against the nukes
animal rights, environmentalist,welfare giving ,save the cockroach kooks

(at this point in the song it would be wise to repeat the chorus)

well i suppose the balance must be kept or the right would run amuck
but it’s the same old song without a dance because their record’s stuck
now everytime some bunch of whack-o’s decides to march on washington
makes me want to say to hell with the rest of the world, let’s look out for number one

(new and slightly different chorus)

Liberals, trying to save the world in pieces
liberals, with their brains all full of feces
I think I have a solution which I will now declare
we could save the dying rainforests by planting liberals there

tag:
or we could let them ride in Ted kennedy’s car…………..

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No, it’s six LITERAL days!!!

I haven’t been much bothered with updating this space over the last year, who the heck actually ever visits it anyway? but I got something on my mind and I gotta say it! so…

I am a firm believer in a literal interpretation of Genesis. That includes a six DAY (as in 24 hours) creation. I am around many psuedo-intellectual Christians who believe otherwise because of the secular humanism taught in the universities under the guise of science. I am totally puzzled about how they can claim to be believers in Christ as the literal and divine son of God, laying claim to the salvation that acceptance of him as savior brings with it, yet not take literally what he took literally. Jesus Christ, a part of the triune Godhead had no problem with Genesis and the other teachings and stories of the old testament. of course he did have an advantage over us: he was there!!! How can my beloved but misled brethren not see they are trying to have it both ways. God is not a trip to the cafeteria where you pick out what you like and leave the rest. Brothers and sisters, you must see that this IS essential doctrine!! this is not some fine point we can debate among our different denominations. This is the difference between true acceptance that Jesus Christ is who he says he is or acquiescence to the prevailing wind of “scientific” theory. How can someone accept on the one hand the miracles of virgin birth which they have never seen proof of and resurrection of the dead which they have seen no proof of, yet be unable to accept God could create the heavens and the earth and all that’s in it in six 24 hour days because their geology textbooks say different. Is it a desire not to offend the many scientists who desperately cling to the widely held but totally disprovable concept that we evolved from micro-organisms over millions of years, which requires the earth to be that old to have any credentials? Uniformitarianism is an idea first proposed by James Hutton and Charles Lyell around the beginning of the nineteenth century. Uniformitarianism is the widely held premise that all the conditions which can influence (principally) geological change have remained constant throughout time. This justifies the science that postulates a billions of years old planet/universe. Lyells book “principles of geology” reads like a refutation of creation/flood based explanations for creation written from the presupposition that biblical explanations are inherently unscientific and therefore can be disregarded like astrology or santa claus. Uniformitarianism is refuted resoundingly in 2 peter 3:4 and 2 thessalonians 2:10-12.
The very definition of science is the establishment of facts gathered by the recording of OBSERVABLE results to specific actions in a controlled environment which can be repeated infinitely with the same outcome. The fact that we were not there and have no indisputable evidence other than a geological record which has been interpreted through the flawed eyes of men is the “elephant in the room” stumbling block of old earth thought. It comes down to believe this because we said so.Old Earth” arguments are based on information culled in just a couple of hundred years and assumptions that rates of decay, and environmental conditions have remained unchanged for periods of time that a human mind cannot truly grasp much less speculate upon other than making so-called educated guesses. Do we really know the laws of thermo-dynamics have remained constant over millions of years when we only live to be 70 to 100 years ourselves and scientific data records go back four or five human lifetimes at best?? Think back over the evolution of man-made technology since the fifties. Television was not invented yet, microwave ovens weren’t thought of. Most of us talked on a party line if phone service was available. Now we have handheld internet access, entire music libraries in credit card sized ipods, and satelites can take pictures of your house from outer space so detailed you can see which cars were in the driveway that day. That is just sixty short years of what our tiny little finite minds can do without invoking the power of God, but God, whom we choose to call almighty cannot create the Earth and all human, geological and biological development in roughly six thousand? We far, far underestimate and devalue him when we believe otherwise. Just Using the few moments we can observe to postulate what supposedly happened billions of years ago is not unlike eating a hamburger and determining what color the cow was.
Okay, So the point I am aiming at and that I will continue to expound upon with these wild ramblings is that Human pride is the real culprit. It is how rational human beings are seduced into believing things that are just plain irresponsible. There is a peer pressure in our educational system and within the sciences that supersedes our own power to reason and speculate. You are not going to graduate the university and land a great job as a highly paid geologist, archeologist, or other theoretical scientist if you don’t parrot the same old crap that the last twelve generations were forced to accept to get that sheepskin. You are not gonna be treated as an equal in a room full of Phds if you don’t allow that the Earth might be billions of years old like they, the highly educated movers and shakers, believe it is. The belief of an ancient Earth is only arrived at if you accept on faith the viability of assumptions based on assumptions that have gradually become accepted among scholars without enough chutzpah to challenge the status quo. I believe that if you start with the premise that God exists and that he created the Earth on a time frame consistent with Biblical lineages, you would arrive at a much different conclusion as to the age of our planet using the same set of verifiable facts that we now possess. That is to say that scientific thought begins with a deeply held (even among professed believers) atheistic viewpoint and reaches therefore biased positions based on that predisposition. I am no scientist, so as a bassplayer I cannot prove this, but my spiritual gift for discernment tells me it is so. I have no problem with Einsteins E=mc2 theory of relativity, but although it may be reliable as a practical equation for making calculations in engineering, chemistry, astronomy, and whatever other disciplines it is applied to it still is called a theory because YOU CAN”T FREAKIN’ PROVE IT!!
Going hand in hand with old earth superstition is the teaching of Evolution to our children in the schools. It is taught as indisputable fact exclusive of any other way that human (or other) life could have formed so it has to have been proven in a laboratory somewhere? right? You, unless you are a total embecile know the answer to that question. There is a reason the theory of evolution is called a “theory”. All it is is an educated guess based on assumptions based on more assumptions that no one challenges because that would make them look like rubes.
There is no greater lie foisted upon us than the ridiculous fairy tale of Darwinian evolution. I puzzle over how hard so many so-called authorities cling to it when the whole premise is preposterous. I believe that Old earth thought is the father of the evolutionary position for two reasons: #1 is that evolution as a theory needs the Earth to be billions of years old, #2 Darwin had studied the works of Lyell when he was formulating his theories. Belief in Evolution is more a religion than Christianity ever thought about being. There is much evidence to support the historical accuracy of the bible, but there are no transitional species in the fossil record nor any observable changes in any present day animals that cannot be categorized as mutations. The fact that there is a fossil record at all would indicate cataclysmic events happened (like,..I don’t know massive floods) that preserved them, since they would have decayed before an impression could be made in the billions of years worldview.
No wait!, I take it back, evolution is not a religion, it’s a fairy story. If I showed you a toad and told you I could turn it into a man, you would tell me that’s a fairy story like Prince Charming or Cinderella. if I show you the same frog and tell you I can turn it into a frog in seventy million years you’ll believe it!! that’s evolution in a nutshell. a fairy story for grownups !!!

more later H.B.
meanest bassplayer in america

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