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This Thanksgiving, the dominant debate seems to be about whether or not children in public schools are having religion crammed down their tender wee throats by reading such radical evangelicalism as the Declaration of Independence. As that debate progresses, it turns into Atheists against all mention of God (including in the Declaration of Independence) and Creationists teaching, well, Creationism in schools. So. As far as I’m concerned, they’re both wrong. If they want to keep teachers teaching all children are sinners, fine. If they want to mention in passing that evolution has some kinks yet to be worked out, and is still only a theory, fine. But beyond that, just stop it, people.

Creationists, however, make the bigger mistake, because their arguments always seem to try to use Evolution as proof of God, and trying to prove God is just as bad as denying He exists, in my opinion.

Which leads me to today’s Book Reading of the Holiday, from, who else? The Late, Great, Douglas Adams:

“The Babel fish,” said The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy quietly, “is small, yellow and leechlike, and probably the oddest thing in the Universe. It feeds on brainwave energy received not from its own carrier but from those around it. It absorbs all unconscious mental frequencies from this brainwave energy to nourish itself with. It then excretes into the mind of its carrier a telepathix matrix formed by combining the conscious thought frequencies with nerve signals picked up from the speech centers of the brain which has supplied them. The practical upshot of all this is that if you stick a Babel fish in your ear you can instantly understand anything said to you in any form of language. The speech patterns you actually hear decode the brainwave matrix which has been fed into your mind by your Babel fish.

“Now it is such a bizarrely impobably coincidence that anything so mindboggingly useful could have evolved purely by chance that some thinkers have chosen to see it as a final and clinching proof of the nonexistence of God.

“The argument goes something like this: ‘I refuse to prove that I exist,’ says God, ‘for proof denies faith, and without faith I am nothing.’

” ‘But,’ says Man, ‘the Babel fish is a dead giveaway, isn’t it? It could not have evolved by chance. It proves you exist, and so therefore, by your own arguments, you don’t. QED.’

” ‘Oh dear,’ says God, ‘I hadn’t thought of that,’ and promptly vanishes in a puff of logic.

” ‘Oh that was easy,’ says Man, and for an encore goes on to prove that black is white and gets himself killed on the next zebra crossing.

More Thanksgiving Fun:

The Commissar reaches back into history for the right words.

Michele Malkin makes a list, and finds a bowl of Mashed Potatoes. Me?

You Are the Stuffing

You’re complicated and complex, yet all your pieces fit together. People miss you if you’re gone - but they’re not sure why.

Tim Blair tackles Turkey Myths.

Silent Running thanks us all, then moves quickly on to the UN.

INDC Journal photoblogs pardoned Turkeys, and compares President Bush to Dirty Harry.

VodkaPundit teases us all on PST with his menu.