You know the intelligent design advocates are losing the game when they have to refer to Darwinists as fascists.
They've been playing this silly game for a while now, and Wesley Elsberry has been collecting these comparisons; see here and this article by Elsberry and Perakh.
Here's the most recent example of this kind of over-the-top rhetoric. Local ignoramus Denyse O'Leary calls Darwinists "brownshirts". With an epithet that strong, you might expect something really awful. Perhaps Larry Moran has been beating up ID advocates in the streets of Toronto? Setting fire to their homes and businesses?
No, the offense in question was that someone in Toronto put up posters about the BBC documentary A War on Science, Evolution vs. Intelligent Design showing at the local theatre, and happened to put a few in a location that Denyse didn't like. How... awful. Why, that's just the same as the Nazi brownshirts!
Of course, O'Leary offers no evidence at all that it was "Darwinists" that carried this dastardly deed. I'd be willing to bet it was someone who works for the theatre.
But maybe I should be kinder towards poor Denyse. In the comments to her article, she reveals that she didn't know the origin of the term "brownshirt" and suggests "blackshirt" instead. What a command of history Denyse has!
That's Denyse, the deep thinker and charitable Christian, for you.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
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Wow.
Did someone ever tell her about the origin of "Blackshirts"?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blackshirts
*somewhat disgusted*
Feh, what a whiner. Downtown TO is always plastered with handbills advertising upcoming club bands, foreign-language courses, yard sales, psychic services, you name it. The surface of every freaking phone pole is nigh solid with the staples from long-gone posters.
But let someone add a few whose subject matter offends Denyse's delicate sensibilities, and now she goes all Godwin about defacement. Hypocrite.
Hey, when there are no more places for new staples, new posters can use magnets somehow.
That woman has simply got to be the single worst writer I have ever had the misfortune to read.
Her grasp of the written word is on par with her grasp of science, history, religion, politics, or reality, which is to say she has none.
The best thing she could do for the English language is beat her keyboard with a sixteen pound sledge hammer.
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