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There was a time when scientific beliefs were simple. You read the bible about talking snakes, people living for a thousand years, giant arks, raining of sulfur, and you fit your other beliefs around these stories. All you needed was this one book to help guide everything else: morals, history, science, government, etc.
Then came along Charles Darwin, with his dark crusade against religion. He spent years of his life studying plant life and animals on lands across the globe…finding the single way to destroy religion as we know it. The devious production of his scientific “research” was evolution.
Luckily, we now have The Creation Museum to bring us back to the good old days of viewpoints based on ancient texts. As the creator of the museum stated, “All scientists have presuppositions that they start with that determine how they interpret evidence”, and obviously the presuppositions of scientists over the past 200 years has been Satan.
In this museum, all wrongs have been corrected. The world once again was created in 6 days, with the herbivorous Tyrannosaurus Rex hanging out with children…because as founder states, “There may not be any fossil evidence showing dinosaurs and people in the same place at the same time. But it is clearly written that they were alive at the same time.” So there you have it. All those wasted years wasting time “researching”, when the answer was already laying around in our hotel rooms. And if you need more proof, stop by the “Bible Authority Room“, where you learn the Bible 100% literal and true because God said so (letting you know that doubt equals idiocy)! At the museum they’ve also been able to conjure up great detail about those important things that the “scientists” (in their bigotry) ignored…like what was the Garden of Eden like, and how did Noah survive with all those animals?
Thanks to the creation museum, we can finally beat the scientists and their anti-religion agenda and fight their diabolical schemes to play god and take over the sheepish populace’s minds with scientific mumbo-jumbo, and their evil plots.
TAKE THAT SCIENCE!
Finaly Score: God +9,323 / Science – 38
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I think we can agree that a man hitting on a female bartender is basically going to be a fruitless pursuit. Yes, we’ve all heard the urban legends of incredibly dashing gentlemen who somehow cracked the chastity armor of an adorable bartendress. But the fact of the matter is that lady bartenders are the target of far too much drunken flirting/sexual harassment. They’re going to be nice to everyone, but you have to remember that it’s their job.
As an example of an experience that would make such a phenomenon exist: On Sunday, several Skeptics went to P.J. Hanley’s on Court Street for some al fresco drinking. This is generally a super-douchey bar, but one we often patronize because of its enormous outdoor seating area. But anyway, at another table were two drunk douchebags who were falling over a lot and breaking a seemingly endless number of glasses. At one point, one of the douches gets up to leave and walks to his motorcycle to drive away. The bartendress, a lovely young lady, follows him down the street to suggest he not drive while so fucking inebriated and to ask him if he’d like her to call a cab for him. She even offered to hold the motorcycle inside the bar overnight. His response was something along the lines of “unless you’re coming home with me, get the fuck away from me.” Superlative gentleman. Really.
But of course there are a thousand other reasons why it’s just a bad idea for men to hit on women ‘tenders. This brings me to my real question: What do we think about women hitting on male bartenders, and more specifically, women giving male bartenders their numbers?
One of the lady Skeptics may or may not have left her number for a bartender last night, scrawled in hastened script on a beer coaster. It may or may not have been done with all the care of ripping a band-aid off. It may or may not have been incredibly scary and possibly inappropriate.
So I open this debate to the Brooklyn Skeptic panel of experts – ladies gettin’ all up on the jock of a local bartender: yay or nay?
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