Don’t Stand… Don’t Stand… Don’t Stand So Close To Me
March 8, 2007 § 3 Comments
I haven’t said anything about the ridiculous “science of the Jesus Tomb” hubbub, in part because it is too silly to dignify with a serious response and in part because there would be a kind of “fox guarding the henhouse” quality in any criticisms that come from me, in the case of any stray reader of mine gullible enough to think that there is any “there” there.
But you know when this fellow says that it is DaVinci Code style fiction pretending to be “scientific documentary” that the jig is up: the Principle of the Prophet Sting has come into play in the relationship between what passes for respectable intellectual atheism and titanic intellectual giant James Cameron.
(HT: Farrell Media)
Why did you hang the frilly curtains in the bunkhouse?
For the same basic reason a man usually hangs frilly curtains. They made me upgrade my template, and this one seemed like the least amount of work.
Ah, “they.” The iron fist of authority enforces the quotidian, wholesome, style-sense of Erma Bombeck. Cosmic necessity raises its heel-bruised head again.