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Rise of World Government

The Rise of Scientific Aristocracy

Crashing Streams of Thought

The Decline of Evolution Science

The False Religion of Modern Science

Fresh Classroom Laws

The Rise of Scientific Aristocracy

The New Scientific Revolution was in full swing, and the world had changed forever.
Global politics had assumed a new cast, and the spirit of science was everywhere.
Though Old Money and dirty politics were still around, new rules appeared on the scene.
A titanic faculty of academics, largely composed of scientists, appeared from nowhere;
More and more, scientists began calling the shots on just about everything everywhere.
And oh, how the tide of things in the world had changed; many sought fresh answers:
They wanted explanations for the status quo and answers from their politicians—
And breaking with the old, they wanted those explanations and answers right away.
Loud, empty political promises no longer satisfied the world’s teaming masses;
Billions, lost on planet earth’s yawning shores and famished of meaning, wanted more.
They no longer allowed evolution’s empty claims and dirty politics to represent them—
They wanted a more rational, systematic understanding of terrestrial existence.
Evolution’s gaping gaps and traditional politics’ blank merry-go-round had lost ground;
People just wanted more from a system that they felt had betrayed them for years.
The strident, hollow grind of every-day life and things’ vapid tone bothered many people.

And like a fierce swarm of locusts, fresh scientists began appearing on the scene;
The dashing new boys on the block had many answers that grabbed the people’s minds:
Their epistemological spin on things seemed to go further than their predecessors’.
Their logical, systematic analysis of the universe’s origin was new and interesting;
And their unique model of human origin and existence created a storm of controversy.
Fierce quarrels and ugly fights erupted among the ranks of scientists.
Though the wheel of change was turning fast, status-quo scientists put up a fierce fight;
But oh, their loud, empty clanging was no match for the new boys’ shower of dollars.
And what a shrivel of critics that these visceral discussions generated for the old guard:
The classical evolutionary perspective began to be keenly and exquisitely scrutinized;
Suddenly, evolution began to be viewed as rogue science and inappropriate public policy.
Old-school scientists were seen as rank traitors of the traditional societal order;
And so, the squabbling and wrangling continued to grow between the two power blocks.
But though evolutionists balked at the design concept of the universe’s origin,
They could not ignore its exponents’ growing popularity and swollen bank accounts.

Many theological scientists and design theorists had amassed huge financial empires:
Design scientists’ prodigious wealth accumulation began to flurry not a few naturalists,
For their alarming amassment of wealth began to define science’s meaning in the world.
Yea, it began to define the meaning, goal, and role of science in a new kind of world;
It was a new, refreshed, and enlightened world populated by millions who suddenly could see.
And evolution theory’s very existence began to be at the new, dashing scholars’ mercy.
These rich, splashy boys poured billions of dollars into the promotion of their cause:
They built sprawling multiversities, sophisticated research centers, and geoponic institutes; They erected large oceanariums, scientific libraries, state of the art laboratories, and museums.
This magnificent and dazzling array of scientific facilities was constructed all over the world.
All this trenchant political and ideological activism engendered rapid scientific change;
The rise of the scientific aristocracy put a brand-new face on objective scientific inquiry.

Crashing Streams of Thought

The old school of thought was out, and the new school was wheeled in front and center.
And what a world of change it brought with it; oh what a storm of change it engendered!
Two groups of scientists emerged in this rapidly unfolding world of flux and dynamism;
And they were as different as trees in a rainforest and human faces on the earth.
The two scientific camps included atheistic naturalists and design scientists,
And there were significant philosophical differences within these individual groups.
Three distinct philosophical views were propounded by the naturalistic scientists:
The classical evolutionists were the first group of naturalists in this arrangement:
These classical evolutionists espoused the big bang theory and progressive evolution;
They advocated a progressive development from a single cell to the human pinnacle.
The Herculean task to prove this bottom-up evolution in the fossil records was a problem,
And it was a formidable problem which these evolutionists had not been able to solve.
Somehow or other, the parts did not fit; the model had (and still has) acute missing-link issues.
The second group of naturalists, quantum evolutionists, adopted a sager view of things.
Forasmuch as all evolutionists had been unable to show concrete proof of their claims,
The quantum evolutionists tried to skirt the lack of transitional forms in the fossil records.

They argued that the evolutionary changes occurred very rapidly over short time periods;
And, for that reason, there should be no transitional forms in the fossil record library.
The problem with this view was that it destroyed the entire notion of scientific theory:
The basis of science is objectivity, raw evidence, and colorless observational analysis.
The upshot of all this was that, if no transitional forms of evolutionary changes existed,
Then evolution had never transpired anywhere on the earth, as the fossil records revealed.
If the gloves do not fit, you cannot convict; therefore, you have to acquit the accused.
With no concrete evidence to prove their case, they could not find their way in the fog.
Evolution is a blunt, bold-faced lie: Men would just rather believe that it is true;
Accordingly, the quantum leap boys of evolution had no grounds on which to stand.
The third group of scholars in this atheistic camp was the Ufological scientists;
These smart boys bluntly rejected evolution as a tenable tool of scientific inquiry.
In their plain rejection of evolution, they adopted the idea of design in the universe:
They contended that, due to the sheer complexity and size of the universe;
Evolution—as presented by their colleagues—was, at best, a naïve view of things;
Rather, they believed that the universe was designed by UFO’s billions of years ago.
And, as the story goes; very heated, contentious dog fights erupted among these scholars.

There was no small squabbling and infighting among these terribly misled human beings;
Every man highly valued his point of view and fought fiercely to defend it.
Their rank disunity and litigious attitude threw them out of favor with the new public:
Secular science quickly evolved into a system of intrigue, betrayal, and mudslinging;
And though they all held tenaciously to the fundamentally atheistic view of things;
In reality, they seemed to argue and disagree incandescently on just about anything else.
On the argument’s other side, theological scientists also held strikingly different views—
Obviously, their views were palpably different from those of the naturalistic scientists;
But even within this camp, these scientists also disagreed along ideological lines.
Two broad groups evolved and conducted fierce debates within the design science camp:
Theological scientists maintained a strict design scientific view of things.
They contended that the universe was assembled by the very knuckles of God himself;
They dismissed the notion of any evidence of evolution in the spin of things.
These theological scientists contended that the earth was quite young—
Per their quantum algebraic analysis, the earth was less than forty thousand years old.

They passionately affirmed that proof of God’s existence was just about everywhere;
They stated that houses of worship’s universal existence indicated something beyond—
It indicated a divine presence beyond the shallow naturalism that one saw in the world.
They posited that the existence of good and evil offered no other plausible explanation—
Their presence offered no other rational explanation than that of God’s existence itself.
In their view, the good-evil dichotomy was the purest manifestation of the Bible on earth;
They viewed it as the paragon of the Bible’s living reality in the confused world of man.
The secularists’ inability to furnish concrete explanation for this dichotomy spoke volumes;
It betrayed their radical opposition to glaring, unvarnished truth revealed in nature.
These theorists argued that shunning bare facts in nature undressed naturalists’ biases,
And their biased stance uncurtained the false religion of modern science in the world;
It rendered them traitors of truth and capsized the ship of naturalism in the world.
Design scientists adopted a more moderate view of things with more focus on precision;
They strongly emphasized mathematical quantification in their understanding of things.
Per their perspective, the universe was old and evolution was part of the creation process.
According to them, evolution was still transpiring and would continue doing so indefinitely;
They, nonetheless, pointed out the broad machinery of design clearly visible in nature.

And though they disagreed on the finer points of a strict Biblical account of things,
Their fundamentally cohesive argument of a universal government system began to stick.
The idea of a loving monotheistic God began to resonate in society’s sprawling mart.
Despite the luculent differences within the two individual groups of scholars,
It was rather remarkable to notice the giant strides which design theorists had made.
Who could have ever thought of a day when both views would be taught together?
That day had finally come when creation science was held on par with evolution;
The new boys on the block had routed old-school evolutionists in every public debate.
Secularists, time and time again, dropped the ball when it came to concrete evidence;
Yea, they fumbled and fell when asked to give tangible evidence to prove their cause.
No transitional forms were on hand to validate their passionate point of view,
And the Cambrian explosion was the final nail in the coffin of their lame argument.
These public debates revealed no living proof of evolution within recent or distant times;
All the fossil records revealed no such occurrences ever happening anywhere on the Earth:
In each public debate, the evolutionists were flat on their faces on the ground.

These public debates debunked and exposed the inherent weaknesses of evolution;
The fossil records were empty and devoid of any trace of evolution on the earth;
Yea, they were as empty as an abandoned castle far removed from human habitation.
Evolution theory is a school of scientific thought that leaves its exponents ever searching;
And the passionate search leaves them in a world where the pearl is entirely incorporeal.
It is as if one is looking for a mummy in a high-end Manhattan clothing store!
There were several other arguments that flat out destroyed evolution as a tenable theory:
The crude microscopes used in Darwin’s day furnished incomplete information on cells.
According to Dr. Behe; in his book, Darwin’s Black Box; evolution is not tenable;
Per this avant-garde scientist, Darwin’s conclusions were out of step with reality.
In Darwin’s day, the available scientific tools were very crude and primitive:
They were not as advanced as the highly sophisticated electronic microscopes of today;
Accordingly, they could not accurately photograph the cell, the simplest unit of life;
Therefore, they could not map the entirety of the cell’s eerie, mind-boggling complexity.
Today’s sophisticated precision microscopes reveal the entirety of the cell’s structure.

Per Dr. Behe, in order for the cell to function at all; all of its parts must be in place.
In this regard, the entire machine of the cell must have been assembled at the same time;
And if this shrewd observation is tenable, evolution is, at best, a naïve hoax.
The reality here is that all of the cell’s components must be in place for it to function;
This is not some cooked up fact: this is scientifically testable information.
There is no evidence that the extremely convoluted components of a cell ever evolved;
The cell’s sheer complexity and baffling efficiency of chore execution are just too much.
There is just no way, in this world or another, that the single cell could have evolved—
Yea, there’s no way it could have evolved to the complex biological machines of today!
The trillions of biochemical reactions per second within the cell tell the whole story;
There is no way that such a complex machine could have evolved on its own.
It takes a hell of a lot of faith to believe in something as absurd and grotesque as that,
But this is the sort of crap that secularists are asking sane people to believe.

It takes a whole lot more faith to believe that than to believe in the obvious—
The universe was designed by a superhuman designer beyond the realm of man’s mind.
Behe’s irreversible complexity theory reveals Darwin’s hasty, unscientific conclusions;
It lights a flickering candle in a strange, uncanny world; bedimmed by Darwin.
This fatal blow to evolution should shut even Steven Hawkins’ mouth forever.
These were the visceral issues that were cantankerously debated in academia’s halls;
And so, things began to open up for the creationistic perspective of cosmic reality;
For he who owned the ruby coins owned the world itself. And oh, the new boys—
The dashing billionaires of scientific aristocracy were shaking things up everywhere.
Oh see the world, blossoming with the sprightly new boys of design science on the block;
They travelled the sunny skies in colorful jets that moved as fast as the speed of light!
And for the first time, after hundreds of years of evolution theory’s hegemony;
Design science’s voice began to be heard and received everywhere with great respect;
Yea, the throttled, muffled voice of truth finally began to break forth in the world.
And there were many whose ears had heard enough of lies’ blank, empty explanations;
The teeming masses had waxed hungrier and hungrier for a radically novel view of
Things: They had outgrown the hollow, empty paradigms of naturalism and secularism.

The Decline of Evolution Science

Life’s end in the shabby junkyard of sand began to bother not a few folks;
The raucous meaninglessness of life impelled many to burrow into the archives of truth—
Yea, life’s clanging emptiness and cosmic vacuity pushed many people over the edge.
The alarming incidence of drug addiction, divorce, and suicide kept psychiatrists busy;
This puzzling swarm of societal maladies befuddled authorities and kept them working
Around the clock: They could not understand this startling outbreak of societal ills.
These bizarre, surreal deviations from societal norms left many sociologists puzzled;
They wondered what had gone wrong in an otherwise smooth-working hedonic world.
Lost in a maze of doom and gloom, they scratched their heads for feasible solutions:
For months, they scratched their heads for rational answers to the puzzling conundrums;
But they could not find any logical reasons why sane erudites brashly ended their lives.
They just could not unlock the mystery behind the long stream of inexplicable tragedies:
Floundering in a churning fog of strange conundrums, they wondered and wondered;
And, as if the very hand of Providence had drawn the curtains on the fate of naturalism;
One thing after another went wrong for the religious boys of atheism and evolution.

For some strange reason, they did not get an equal piece of the scientific aristocracy pie.
The dashing boys of design science and theological episteme had outscored them;
Yea, they had outscored the secularists in points in the race up the socioeconomic ladder;
And for every twenty design scientists who became billionaires in that world of flux,
There was one secular scientist who became a millionaire. And oh, the ill blood it bred!
Why did these great minds produce such different results in the same economic milieu?
The cause of this jarring disparity was a profound mystery in that world of academia:
For one thing, the splashy boys of secularism and evolution tended to be more profligate;
Their lubricous lifestyle and liberal, amoral bent beclouded their moral conscience.
And forasmuch as liberal secularists tended to adopt a more morally relative lifestyle,
They did not give much thought to those things that really mattered to design scientists;
And where moral rules did not apply, progress and prosperity were often quite scant.
Those who broke nature’s laws often paid a steeper price than they had in mind;
And when the laws were cavalierly and brashly violated by empty, hollow people;
Nature often brusquely removed the light of sight from the minds of its violators.

And the rugged father of lies rushed in like a flood and filled their souls with darkness;
And oh, lost in the moiling mist of all that booming noise and confusion;
Their steps were often misdirected and took them to a host of false destinations.
So many things got misplaced and lost in that seething, crazy world of darkness—
Oh that frenzied, chaotic world of confusion, vanity, intrigue, and empty maddening noises!
Who came to their rescue when things went wrong, as they so often did?
For whatever reason, the secularists were outstripped by Christianity’s polished boys:
Powerful infighting among evolutionists helped to bring the curtains down;
And when things went wrong, so many other things went haywire as well.
With a sharp revulsion in public attitudes towards science, and in particular, evolution;
The ardent children of the faith deemed it necessary to defend their sacred religion;
Accordingly, they brought the controversy into the bold, broad mirror of the public view.
They conducted fierce, fiery debates with various elements from the design science camp;
These high-stakes debates conferred much honor on those who participated in them;
And when the secularists seemed to have performed well, it was like a quasi-promotion.

They got to hobnob with some of the day’s brightest academic stars and richest men,
And this tended to foster a nasty sociopolitical climate among many evolutionists.
Infighting among secularists to defend their sacred religion of naturalism was fierce:
Their mad rush for a spot in the world’s public view engendered revolting squabbles;
These shockingly ugly skirmishes over public debate representation spotlighted other
Things. Yea, they jarringly exposed the darker side of things that dampened public mood.
A powerful mud-slinging machine was put in motion; and oh, the damage it did!
Sophisticated erudite men who belonged to the astral circles of society began losing it;
Repulsive name calling and belittling of their colleagues became quite rife.
They made slanderous remarks against their peers and leaked classified data to the press;
Their venenous in-fighting and titanic scandal machine revealed the wrong side of things.
Horrible arguments, replete with strife, pitted one faction against another;
And quite often, these overheated arguments unveiled nasty under the table cover ups;
For example, there were numerous disagreements among evolution scholars.
Some of these very heated disputes represented real issues of academic integrity:
Massive areas of scholarly work favoring a design model were often summarily trashed.

Email files that deviated from the classical evolution point of view were merely ruined:
These repulsively ugly cover-ups left many objective viewers wondering what else was
Hidden from public view; consequently, many began to scowl upon the idea of evolution.
And that was not all: There were more embarrassing cover-ups and shocking discoveries.
An archaeological dig in China uncovered a strange fossil that lit up the scientific world;
And oh, how the Darwinists rushed to the scene to claim their golden trophy:
Oh see how the secularists viewed this part bird, part dinosaur fossil as their missing link.
Scores of scientists, clad in enthusiasm, reveled in the glory of the golden moment;
And what a gleaming glass case of proof of the evolution model it was supposed to be!
The darling discovery was viewed as the much-craved missing link so long sought for;
Darwinists proclaimed it as an unanswerable transitional form between one specie and
Another. But oh, after all the tests had been done, it was just another disappointment—
And what a crushing disappointment it was for the Darwinists of the scientific world!
Careful examination of the fossil revealed that it was merely the fusion of two species;
Somehow or other, fate had brought two distinct animals into a very fatal collision.
A deadly accident, I might add, which had nothing to do with Darwin’s Theory.

It was just another instance of desperate erudites trying to fabricate evidence that wasn’t
There: What a difficult task! It was as if they were trying to carry water in baskets!
Oh how piteous and pathetic it was for those who created the false religion of modern
Science: What crushing disappointments and bruised feelings that they had to endure!
Oh how lost could misguided people become in their frenzied effort to hide the truth!
But oh, the truth, the truth—no one can cover it up! It is a sponge ball that does not sink.
Oh empty, wretched hearts of men; behold the sponge ball of the truth gazing at you.
Oh, behold that bold, colorful ball of the truth ever floating and gleaming in the water.
And though earth’s dashing power brokers have hired submersibles to sink that ball;
It just wouldn’t disappear from their bold, glaring view; forever staring them in the face:
Oh that beautiful fruit of truth is forever there, gazing at vain man smack in the face.
When will he open his eyes? Oh when will he open his eyes and behold the plain truth?
When will man gaze upon that which is so glaringly written on the parchment of nature?
But instead, on and on he goes; trying to find that which has never been there:
Oh what a blank, laborious search for gold among a brash heap of stones!
When will the Darwinists and secularists and atheists open their eyes and see the truth?
Oh the blind vision of the human race—so many eyes, so little sight; what a mystery!

The False Religion of Modern Science

Modern man is lost in the yawning museum of nature, so full of plainly written directions.
Though the truth is etched on every stone, yet man’s mental opacity obstructs his view of
Things: He stares into the glaring mirror of truth, and is blinded in the process.
But oh, the Darwinists and the secularists and the brilliant scientists would not stop there:
They just kept right on digging and excavating and hoping for that which is not there.
And the fraud of evolution went on even further; this time, it was the Piltdown man.
This skull fragment of an apparent ape man was discovered early in the twentieth century;
And, as usual, this was another trophy made of rubies for the Darwinists;
But it was not too long after that scientific dating technique uncovered the great hoax.
What an elaborate scam that was perpetrated by the fraud-ridden scientific community!
And yet, these frenetically desperate fraud technicians would not cease in their moil:
They would not halt the senseless grind for evidence that could not be found anywhere.
These crass religious zealots and bigoted pansophists would not halt the senseless search;
From there, they introduced the peppered moth to substantiate the religion of evolution.
In a book, How Now Shall We Live, a Darwinist discussed the behavior of moths.

Per this scientist, moths changed their colors in order to adjust to their environment;
And this he postulated was evidence of Darwin’s Theory of Natural Selection.
When all the facts were in, the so-called evidence used as proof of evolution was a hoax;
Yea, when the truth emerged from the scientific world’s darkroom of lies and cover-ups,
The evidence was faked by a biologist who had glued dead moths to trees.
How much more fraud, propaganda, and falsehood must be shoved down the public’s
Throat before it wakes up? What must be done here to stop this crass type of fraud?
When will the public wake up and see the irreparable damage that evolution has done?
How many young, impressionable minds have been imbued with this poisonous lie?
And to make things even worse, many desperate Darwinists have jumped off a cliff:
As was mentioned earlier—and this does merit repeating—some Darwinists got desperate.
Upon realizing that nature’s yawning museum revealed no evidence of transitional forms,
Many Darwinists began subscribing to the misleading view of Punctual Equilibrium.
According to these particular naturalists, the transitional changes occurred very rapidly;
In fact, these occurrences were so rapid; that they left no trace on the scroll of nature.
Here is a case where supposedly unbiased, objective scientists are changing science’s nature.

If they insist that these transitional forms transpired quite rapidly, there should be evidence:
In plain geological language, the evidence should be etched somewhere in nature.
And this is so because rapid changes in geologic time often amount to millions of years.
Evidently, had these transitional changes occurred; they would be visible somewhere.
And so, the punctual equilibrium scientists have either gone mad or are plain drunk.
They know scientific facts cannot be established without repeated raw evidence.
And so, now they have gone from science to the establishment of a secular religion.
And this is so because they are basing their model on the incorporeal evidence of faith.
But this is exactly what they have been doing all along and lying to the public.
Hiding behind the caliginous veil of science, they have established a sprawling religion—
One that requires billions of years with no objective scientist observing the vain show.
Oh they’ve built a prodigious religious multiversity around the entire world;
And, beneath the mendacious umbrage of scientific inquiry, what a lie they’ve told!
They’ve poisoned the minds of our children with the religion of naturalism.
Oh they’ve corrupted our children with atheism, secularism, and moral relativism.
And oh; the intrigue, the falsehood, the professional dishonesty, the cover ups!

Fresh Classroom Laws

See how far they’ve gone to destroy our values, to ruin our morals, and to turn our
World up-side down: See how far they’ve gone to transmute our world into a moral sty;
See how they’ve transmogrified a world of beauty into a howling jungle of chaos.
And yes, by this time, the public had had enough—the people had heard enough;
Yea, they had had enough of evolutionists’ missing links, cover ups, and fraudulent practices.
With evolution virtually on life support and a new stream of moral laws in the classroom,
The Darwinists’ gig was over; they had lost their unprecedented power in the classroom:
Their unscholarly books, slammed by the media, became the laughing stock of the times.
Oh the lusty, lively buffoonery of their publications in the sardonic mart of society;
How quickly change took root in a world of crashing streams of change and opinions.
And oh, the wonder and amazement of yesterday’s lofty pillars; hewn to the ground!
The gleaming temples and palaces of yesteryear’s places of honor had been demolished;
Dashed to pieces in the flaring storm of change which had come so quickly!
Oh false religion, thou swine that wore white shirts and ties, where art thou today?
You’ve been tossed into the trash like an automobile violently thrown in a storm;
See the furor of the growling, groaning storm of change in a world so filled with whim.

The moral sty of the world was frenziedly being cleansed of the fetid spume of falsehood,
And those who had poisoned the hearts of the little ones with the fraud of evolution—
Yea, those who had turned their classrooms into quaint churches had finally been judged!
The meteoric stream of new laws virtually wiped the classroom’s slate clean,
And the harsh penalties for proselytizing in a classroom setting sent a crystal clear message;
The repulsive, loathsome felony carried a maximum punishment of fifteen years in jail.
No longer were secular humanist priests allowed to peddle their wares in the classroom;
Irresponsible comments’ wanton use about life’s sacred origin was a serious matter.
And oh, the sacerdotal system of professors who bluntly thrashed Christianity—
Oh the fire that burned the hem of their garments could light the whole world aflame.
And what a serious felony that such a misdeed turned out to be for so many preachers!
The priestly system of professors bluntly thrashing Christianity was outlawed,
And trashing the innocent Christian religion in a classroom carried stiff prison terms;
Those who tried to use their podiums as pulpits of naturalism were summarily jailed.
Oh how things had changed: What a great change that had come upon the world!
And those who dared to violate this noble, sacred law were stuffed into dark, musty prisons.

Oh the thick, heavy darkness of these horrible tiny prison cells drove not a few stark mad.
And what a new day it was: The pendulum had swung all the way to the other side;
And things went back to normal, as they were before Lyle and Hutton and Darwin.
In addition, funding for evolution research rapidly began to dry up; driving many out of work;
Accordingly, naturalistic scholars of that ideological persuasion fled the classroom in droves.
And, for their own safety and economic security, they lied to all prospective employers:
Many of these former academic stars were glad to scoop up pedestrian, entry-level jobs;
And those who remained in the classroom quickly understood the beautiful art of disguise.
Oh what a change that had come upon the earth: Oh what long overdue judgment of wrong!
All the chickens had come home to roast; and oh, what a dainty meal that was!
The world had gotten tired of secularism’s blank, empty, stuffy answers to life’s puzzles;
And the frightening, unnerving societal trends of destructive behavior did not help either.
The skyrocketing rate of alcoholism and obesity and the unrestrained growth of anarchy;
The rapid increase in drug addiction, teen pregnancy, and the ever-growing suicide rate;
The spiraling scourge of violence and the burgeoning growth of divorce jarred the world!
Oh the swift, rushing stream of social maladies ruffled all the feathers in society.

It sent politicians scrambling and fluttering about the world, looking for answers;
And eyes, formerly blinded by the veil of falsehood, suddenly flickered open.
Secularism’s rank inability to furnish tenable solutions soured the world it once mocked;
Suddenly, the whole world began to see the truth about the fairy tale of evolution.
Glib, politically correct answers with no teeth no longer worked in that world of bloom;
And oh, what a tragedy that had befallen such a mighty kingdom of false knowledge!
The great, titanic kingdom of Babylon had fallen: Yea, it had fallen flat on the ground;
And all of its gleaming, glorious palaces had now been turned to mere rubble and dust.
They lay strewn across the face of the earth like fallen trees, hewn in a mighty storm:
Oh the wreckage of such a powerful kingdom was a picturesque view of a faded age;
And there it was, for the whole world to see—the ghost that had led the whole earth astray.
Oh cruel phantom of Darwinism, how hast thou plagued the earth with the thorn of lies;
How hast thou poisoned men’s hearts against the Almighty Government of the universe!
With thy mouth full of lies and sand, you’ve filled men’s hearts with vanity’s husks and straws;
You’ve polluted the hearts of the earth’s misguided children with lies’ empty promises.
Oh what irreparable damage you’ve done to the sprawling kingdom of earthly life.

You’ve constructed a titanic technocracy run by amoral technicians, sheared of truth.
Oh crass, brash technicians of the Darwinian Age; why hast thou polluted the earth?
Why hast thou corrupted the innocent children of the earth with thy false teaching?
You’ve polluted their hearts against the untarnished beauty of truth, reason, and soberness;
You’ve filled the earth with the poisonous, destructive words of falsehood and intrigue;
You’ve ripped the Holy Writ from the hearts of men and women, and pelted it into the sea.
Oh crass, cruel cowards of evolution; you’ve hidden truth’s golden light from the lambs:
Oh the little lambs, just learning to run and gambol over the tawny pasture of earthly life.
You’ve used the classroom as thy pulpit to disseminate the empty lies of fraud;
Yea, you’ve utilized thy podium to promulgate and promote that which is abominable.
And oh, thy loathsome diatribe and frenzied, angry tirade against the Christian religion—
What irreparable damage you have done to the very unhappy children of the earth!
Oh how hast thy irresponsible conduct ripped and ruined the delicate fabric of human society:
Children, raised in fatherless homes, have turned into wild beasts; capsizing society’s ship.
Lost in the smoke of a false reality, they grope in the darkness of a bogus socialization.

And like powerful waves pounding vehemently against the iron reefs of the sea,
They’ve vented all that pent-up rage upon society’s social engineering institutions:
Schools, under siege by young criminals, looked like war zones after the storm had passed.
Young school children, wielding combat armament, fired into screaming crowds:
Oh the howling fire of AK Forty-Seven and Bush Master Rifles poured into the air like rain;
Children and adults, slaughtered like animals in a storm, screamed with the shriek of death.
And when the storm was gone, the shredded parts of human remains were everywhere!
The lost lives had been immolated to the gods of falsehood, vanity, and human folly.
The religious doctrines of secular humanism and naturalism were never inculpated;
Yea, these false religious doctrines were never prosecuted for these senseless tragedies:
They continued to be taught as sacrosanct truths to the sacred flock of innocence.
Evolution’s amoral system of analysis created a society where morals were irrelevant;
And the negligible, exiguous presence of moral teaching created a shitload of troubles.
The endless sanguinary stream of school shootings and fallen heroes left society on edge;
Everyone agreed that there was a problem: No one seemed to know what it was.
No one even had a clue about the origin and cause of those terrible kinds of problems.

If anyone dared to suggest that the false, amoral teaching of evolution was the problem;
He was either pronounced insane or summarily hanged on the nearest tree in the city.
And so, false science’s sacred cow of evolution turned out to be a barbarous butcher;
Yea, a serial killer who maimed and killed for fun; hiding behind college professors’ aprons!
But who would ever believe that sort of nonsense? Whose eyes were that wide open?
No one was that awake in society’s sleepy camp of epicureans, whose religion was fun.
The clarion cry was: Let us eat, drink, and have a good time; for tomorrow, we die.
How noble and pragmatic that that ideological notion appeared to be on the surface!
But just beneath the shallow veneer of all that trash were dangerous social engineers—
Well educated men and women who worked laboriously to capsize the ship of society.
Oh those malicious social engineers, dressed in the sacerdotal garb of good manners—
Those mischievous knit wits conducted a dark underworld of wonder and mischief;
These impassioned religious nuts worked on society from behind their glass masks.
Yea, they operated in a quaint, arcane world of mischief, intrigue, and betrayal of society;
And like skilled cooks in a school cafeteria, these spin doctors framed the world they desired.

And, in that dark world of wonder and intrigue; they spun a society no one ever thought
Possible: Oh they created a social world that fitted into their naturalistic ideology—
Yea, a society that snugly fitted into their secular religion like exquisitely chosen gloves!
These are the ax-grinding social engineers who run our educational institutions today;
These are the suckers who lie to you in election campaigns, promising you so much change.
Oh they promised you so many things that not even God himself would, and could, deliver—
Even God himself would not fulfill those empty, lofty promises under any circumstances.
But once they were elected, they brashly pushed through their own dark agenda;
And by the time they were done with your vote, you didn’t even know your own name.
Far removed from the ordinary course of things, so many strange things happened:
Yea, one thing after another seemed to go wrong right before your eyes;
And you had to pinch yourself to see if you were still in the land of the living.
These are the shockingly ugly types of games that these crass power brokers play.
And when the Sophoclean news broke about the Virginia Tech massacre,
People merely threw their mouths open and wondered what had happened there;
The questions poured like smoke from a chimney—and they came from everywhere.

“How could this happen in the United States? Who are we and what have we become?”
“What have we become?” Well, we’ve been teaching Darwinism and evolution in our schools;
Moral rules and human life were of very little significance in that naturalistic world.
And so it was, one violent rampage after another in the frightened square of public life;
Here, a quiet work place went amok; after a shower of AK 47 bullets, tears gushed like rain:
There, shoot out with the police had shut down the entire neighborhood for two days!
The people’s faces, like blustery clouds, scowled with the long frown of disbelief:
Their deep, booming, brawling cries sounded like cannons going off in the distance;
They stuffed the air with the funereal sounds of sorrow and behave as if there would be no
Tomorrow! In a few minutes, their entire world had come crashing down; vaporized in a flash!
All the beauty of their world had been lost within the twinkling of an eye!
Not far away, a bank was being held up by brawny young men discharged the previous day;
And a thousand miles away, a university campus was being transmuted into a war field.
Why has society been turned into a howling jungle of wild beasts? Why, why, why, why?
Suddenly, a sane society was filled with psychopaths, sheared of respect for human life.
And so it was: The world finally woke up and saw who the real wild beasts—were.

Everyone was still entitled to his own religious beliefs and moral convictions,
But no one had the right to arbitrarily shove his religion down the throat of a classroom;
That felony carried a maximum penalty of fifteen years at a state penitentiary.
And so, finally, the world began to awake from its long slumber of the evolution hoax;
Oh the fairy tales, the fairy tales of evolution, naturalism, and secular humanism!
The hegemony of that unholy trinity slipped into the picturesque eclipse of oblivion.
And oh heavens, what a wonderful world that unfolded thereafter; so filled with jolly folks.
Truth resumed its rightful place smack at the podium of every classroom in the world;
The cryptic veil of mystery, barbarism, and surrealism faded from the sunny skies above.
The bloated coffers of scholars who wielded the staff of truth waxed even larger;
And oh, the strength of pure money—what a fine job it did in cleaning up the world!
Behold the earth, its cheeks gleaming with the bright blush of truth and the sane smile of joy.
Young men grew up in a world with such sacred respect for the law and human life;
Pregnant women raised children with their young, burly husbands right at their sides.
Now, what had happened all of a sudden? What was the trigger of all this change?

Nature’s laws of respect for truth and authority were now in full force and control again;
Truth was taught in the classrooms of the world, and violators were severely punished.
Evolution was taught merely as a speculative theory of science—and that was all;
No one in his right mind tried to mix conjecture and speculation with scientific truth.
There was nothing else added, and there was nothing more. Nothing else, nothing more!
Prayer and Bible reading were reincorporated into the educational process;
And oh, the keen, jarring, dramatic change that transpired was groundbreaking indeed.
All the boiling, crazy, violent rampages on school campuses had ceased forever:
Children ran and gadded about the place like a frisky litter of puppies;
And oh, all of a sudden; so many things became virtually useless—so many things!
Prison cells, once jammed with young felons, now lay idle and practically empty;
Death-row wards; once throttled with violent, sadomasochistic murderers—
They now looked like inviolate chapels, far removed from the stain of human blood.
Public schools, brisk with the business of educating young people, ran quite smoothly;
Gone were all the mayhem and confusion and disorder associated with naturalism’s lies.
The strident shrieks and cacophonous cries of violence were gone—and gone forever.

Oops, Here She Comes

A Rhapsodic Baby Dedication

Trying to Make Sense of It All

Oops, Here She Comes

Oh how quickly and dramatically things had changed; the flame of change was everywhere.
What a different place the world had become—so much change, in such a short time!
The stain of bloodshed had faded from the halls of educational institutions,
And the beautiful spirit of goodwill and brotherhood imbued the air just about everywhere.
Oh see the people’s happy, lusty cheeks; painted with the gleam of joy and bloom.
Their gleeful faces, like pungent Christmas lights, flamed with the glow of gladness.
School yards and quads, filled with the chirp of cheer, roared with the boon of bloom!
Laughter rang like bells from the joyous voices of effervescent young people;
And oh, what beautiful environments had been created for feeding the human mind;
And the light of change was seen on every mound, hillock, knoll, and mountain.
It seemed like springtime everywhere: The sallow, faded cheeks had all vanished.
Even the wind’s touch upon the cheeks was softer and more refreshing and beautiful;
The shrubs that clad the far-flung hills looked like verdurous flowers in daylight’s bloom.
And their cheerful, pretty dance steps created a delightful showroom in the outdoors.
Oh the beautiful, piquant whistling of the wind filled so many hearts with joy and cheer.
And what a glorious boom time it was for those who had erected huge financial empires;
What a wonderful and marvelous time it was for the earth’s dashing empire builders!
They had amassed sprawling kingdoms that wandered all the way across the earth;
These giant financial empires created by design scientists raised eyebrows everywhere!
Among the billionaires were the Firnes, the Sustifanis, the Scrubbs, and the Omous;
See how rich these pert, debonair boys of pen and ink had become in such a short time.
Many had thrown all their life’s earnings into cheap real estate in that dreaded recession;
They bought up houses for nickels on the dollar at the height of the last economic crisis.
Doom and gloom were everywhere. Many mocked and jeered and scoffed at these boys:
Yea, they bantered and laughed them to scorn and wondered whether they were insane;
Suddenly, the downward train of property values came to a screeching halt;
And things began to turn around as if the hand of Jesus had been waved over the world.
Oh home values’ feverish appreciation sent the world into a frenzied buying scramble;
And, as if the splashy design science boys had been in prayer for forty days and forty nights—
The rude scramble of the buying frenzy was nothing short of an interruption of nature.
Folks who had bought homes for nickels on the dollar became billionaires overnight;
Homes bought for eighteen thousand dollars were now selling for a half of a million!
The Firnes’ Global Enterprises’ seventy-five hundred homes netted thirty billion dollars.
Oh the vicissitudes of life! Today, you are a pauper; tomorrow, you are filthy rich.
But the Firnes were never poor; and their sprawling, opulent mansions earned them a mint.
Oh the booms and busts of life—they come and go like trains at a crowded subway station;
Yea, they come and go—today, it is a flourishing boom; tomorrow, it is a savage bust!
And those with eyes to see and who heeded history’s strange lessons raked in billions!
Homes moved around like Christmas toys on a rack at a busy up-scale suburban mall.
The smart design science boys had built up considerable wealth from the last recession;
By then, most of them had amassed millions of dollars and were ready for the next bust.
They understood the cycle and waited in the wings for cheap properties to come again;
And when the tide came in again, they bought up thousands of inexpensive properties;
Then suddenly, things began to turn around; and well, these boys became filthy wealthy.
Oh the real estate balloon swelled and swelled, inflating their bank accounts’ size.
These sage scholars toted stacks of money, as high as small hills, to the nearest banks!
And what a wealthy class of people they had become in that world of dollars and cents;
In addition to the real estate bonanza, many scholars had established consulting firms.
Thriving consulting operations became noisy money machines that added to their wealth;
And many shrewd, sagacious billionaires charged exorbitant fees for their services.
Some business consulting firms charged as much as five thousand dollars an hour!
And, forasmuch as many of their clients became rich overnight, that was a small fee.
Many of their rich clients on the down low dished out a fortune to save their marriages;
The clients of these dashing boys of design science paid the fees with great pleasure.
The dirty-rich Firne Family had developed a bustling worldwide real estate empire:
They had built sprawling real estate consulting offices on all habitable continents;
They had also built grocery chains in Australia, New Zealand, Britain, and Argentina.
See the Firnes: Their global footprint had become a trademark in the world of business.
These filthy-rich billionaires had commanded great respect around the world,
And their swarthy skin color had become as immaterial as cars passing by on the streets!
The picturesque Firne footprint had been firmly placed everywhere around the world.
Not a few, yea, many business tycoons had come to view their word as good as gold!
The Firne Consulting Firms in South America and Australia were enormously successful;
These busy, brawling, sprawling financial machines operated around the clock.
Clients lined up in long lines that stretched across, and snaked around, several blocks;
And, on average, these powerful money machines netted in the billions of dollars—
Each of these financial monstrosities netted in excess of seven billion dollars per year.
And when all the cash from real estate, banks, and grocery chains were added up;
The total revenue was somewhere around five hundred and fifty billion dollars per year!
All that money was generated just from those operations in South America and Australia.
The Firne Global Enterprises’ annual revenue was around one and a half trillion dollars!
And these pert, savvy boys were not at all finished with the business world.
Dr. Mildren Firne was a brilliant academician and had earned two doctorate degrees;
Earlier in his life, he earned a Ph.D. in urban architecture and design in the United States.
He waxed into a world-class urbanologist and architectural design specialist;
His expertise was widely sought around the world, and he was always on the go.
His urbanology consulting practice had more than one hundred offices around the world;
And oh, what colossal success he had achieved in that sparsely pursued field of science.
He had a business consulting practice with one hundred offices and ten thousand employees!
But the stress of absenteeism from his beautiful wife began to flurry his family life;
And though he had built lavishly furnished mansions and palaces on several continents,
He was still on the go all the time: All this began to tear the fabric of his family life.
And though he did not completely withdraw from the business of urban design,
He began to delegate authority to people in the astral circles of his consulting operation.
And, within four or so years, Dr. Mildren Firne had finished a doctorate in brain science:
He still operated the business consulting monstrosity by delegation of authority;
But most of his time was spent on building a small neurological practice in Los Angeles.
And, with the passion of Fred Hoyle, Dr. Firne began to write books on brain science;
And oh, his pulchritudinous wife, Dr. Margolyn Thorn-Firne, was just as prolific a writer.
They had worked feverishly and passionately to dethrone the evil religion of naturalism;
The couple held brawling, sprawling town hall meetings and conventions around the world.
The new laws that forbad professors from proselytizing in classrooms had just taken
Effect. And oh, how tirelessly they had worked to engender this dramatic change;
How unwearyingly they had labored to inspire this sensational victory for science!
Those who had cavalierly lied about man’s origin in the classroom were silenced forever;
Big money had worked laboriously to ensure truth’s landslide victory over naturalism,
And the false religions of Secular Humanism and Evolution Theory had met their match.
Victory had come at last for those normal people who believed in the laws of order;
Oh see the streets, filled with music and dancing: Behold the people’s alacritous faces!
Behold the sprawling, brawling streets like loud, cacophonous dance halls of joy;
Oh the joyous, triumphant people; clad in blazing, fiery colors of glory and victory:
See the gleaming stentorian streets ablaze with the flaming fire of excitement;
The streets of the earth lit up like long, serpentine galaxies; blazing in the night.
Oh see those prismatic rivers of light, gushing with the glow of glee and gleam;
See how they bristled with the bloom of victory’s blush and flush—
Oh the revelrous spirit of victory and its electric, carnivalesque scenes in the streets!
The surging pulse of truth and change imbued the people’s hearts with the light of joy:
Victory’s pulsating flame flared and flickered from every cheek like candles in the wind.
Behold the gleaming faces of the people, encased in the starry glow of pretty smiles.
They are dancing; they are jumping; and they are shouting; “Down with naturalism:
Away with evolution theory and secular humanism, and fill the world with truth.”
And amidst all this brash and glorious jubilation, the kings of the earth became excited;
Oh see the powerful billionaires who had torn down the temple of Evolution:
Behold the omnipotent billionaires of design science whose bare hands had done the job.
Their gleaming chariots, as fast as the speed of light, roared like atomic bombs across
The earth: Yea, they flared like a powerful storm in the distance; glorifying the truth.
Their Godwit jets, as glorious as fulgent stars, stuffed the air with the roar of triumph;
Big money released shoals of vapor-writing jets across the skies of the earth;
And oh, what a dazzling, magnificent show of power they demonstrated in the air:
The truth had finally been liberated from the tenebrous caves of naturalistic classrooms.
Oh the wanton, impudent proselytizing of evolution scientists had ceased forever!
The Holy Writ’s meek and gentle spirit was finally liberated from falsehood’s cave,
And the Christian God had been summarily resurrected from the dark castle of oblivion.
And so, the mighty kings of the earth splashed about the heavens like automobiles—
Yea, they splashed across the earth like a sports car; racing through a puddle of water.
Oh let the heavens roar with the mighty glory, pomp, and pageantry of pure truth;
And let the golden children of truth be born in a world filled with life and soberness:
Oh let the fierce mongrels of falsehood and vanity bow before the progeny of truth.
And it was against this glorious backdrop that a miraculous birth was recorded;
The Firnes had amassed hundreds of billions of dollars all over the face of the earth.
Their brand and staggering wealth had become household names and icons of success;
Their three children were treated with great royalty wherever their jets landed.
Amadyn, Arnold, and Sasha had gone to the most prestigious schools in the world;
And with multiple Ph.D.’s, their expertise was widely sought around the world.
They all had global television programs that promoted their parents’ impassioned cause.
Dr. Firne had always wanted more children, but his wife did not bear any more.
They had become used to the idea of three children and no more: They were finished.
One miscarriage and years of attempts to have more children were enough;
The dashingly colorful couple had been celebrating the defeat of the Evolution religion.
They were on a swing tour around the world, promoting their brand new books;
They had conducted a loud, brash, cacophonous victory rally in St. Johns, Antigua.
They had also conducted meetings at the St. John’s Polytechnic University in Antigua:
Their gleaming design science auditorium there was jammed with die-hard celebrants;
They had had a magnificent book signing assembly in the capital city of Antigua.
Their Godwit jet flew non stop from St. Johns, Antigua, to Auckland, New Zealand;
The streets were throttled with passionately joyous, revelrous celebrants.
They were headed to the sprawling Auckland Convention Center to promote their books.
Dr. Margolyn Thorne-Firne, a prolific academician, had just finished two monographs:
Psychopathic Behavior, a Societal Thorn; and Biorhythm Analysis, a Gem in Employers’
Hands. And her erudite husband Mildren Firne had also written a new book—
His provocative monograph, Understanding the Genetic Clock, had stirred quite a buzz.
And even before their lively book signing tour had ended, the books went out of print.
The books’ publishers, besieged with orders, were swamped with work;
And though they worked around the clock, within days, all the copies were gone.
Millions of copies were sold within minutes; and oh, the buzz they stirred in the world.
The fabulously successful science professors had just wrapped up a full day of celebration.
The city of Auckland was stirred with the buzz of the Firnes’ presence;
They had visited the Auckland Progressive University and held talks with officials there.
The carnivalesque Auckland streets, strewn with trash, had begun to cool off;
The action and excitement had moved to the psychedelic Auckland Convention Center.
And oh, the stirring enthusiasm that Dr. Firne’s new book had generated!
Excitement swam in the air like a seething fog, roaming in the dusk of nightfall.
His revolutionary work, Understanding the Genetic Clock, was the talk of the hour;
Folks; crazy about living a long, healthy life; worked up quite a stir in Auckland.
Fresh research in cells’ genetic behavior promised, at least, one hundred and twenty years!
Folks, excited about their new lease on life, could not remain quiet in the auditorium.
Dr. Firne, engulfed in a thick cloud of enthusiasts, was overwhelmed by the stir.
Oh people; wangling their way through the blithe, frenzied crowd; crushed upon him:
They pressed against the humanitarian billionaire, besieging him for autographs.
His wife Margolyn, lost in the swirling smoke of vain passion, chatted with colleagues.
And many of her fellow professors had read her books and were quite excited as well;
She was just being congratulated by her long-time friend, Rosslyn Molluck.
Dr. Molluck had already read both monographs and was bristling with excitement;
Suddenly, Dr. Margolyn Firne began experiencing strong abdominal spasms and cramps.
Her body began shaking violently like a tree, spinning and whirling in a storm;
And, in the smoke of the unlooked-for emergency, she too was crushed by the crowd.
Within minutes, medical emergency vehicles had rushed to the scene;
Whereupon she was whisked away to an Auckland state of the art private hospital!
And, shortly afterwards, the tests results indicated that Mrs. Firne had been pregnant—
And it was confirmed that the emergency was not in any way a miscarriage.
According to the thrilled and baffled gynecologists, the pregnancy had gone its full term:
The plump, pretty Margolyn Firne; for whatever reason; was not aware of the pregnancy.
The whole world was in shock; and her doctor, Dr. Scrubbs; went briefly into a trance.
The Sir Winston Churchill Medical Facility at which she was treated was swamped;
It was as if the whole city of Auckland wanted to catch a glimpse of the eleven-pound
Baby girl. Dr. Firne could not believe that such a revered dream had come to pass;
Yea, he could not believe his ears and eyes when he heard and saw his pretty baby girl.
Quaint, colorful caravans; winding around the hospital; had blocked traffic for miles:
These die-hard epicureans gladly welcomed the new stir in the beautiful Auckland area.
They snaked around the up-scale suburban Auckland hospital and stuffed its hall ways!
Those who could not get in jammed the medical facility’s switchboard with phone calls.
They waved branches, flowers, and flags; clamoring to see the world’s new princess.
In the meantime, the mystery pregnancy had made news around the world;
Televised programs in Jerusalem hailed the birth as The Queen of the New Science Era.
Hobos in the streets of Jerusalem clapped their hands; singing, “Mary has come again.
The mother of Jesus has revisited the Earth: She has come to proclaim a new era—
The Virgin Mary has come to announce the onrush of a new cycle of earth history.”
Oh see the parched, dusty ground; listen to the howling, angry noise of the wind.
See the drunks on the streets; their faces powdered with the dusky fog of dust.
Oh hear the squealing noise of the wind, like a neighing horse; galloping on a race track.
And oh, see the dust it kicked into the air; showering the crowded streets with sandy rain.
Behold the powdery cheeks of the scampering crowds, scurrying across the intersection.
Brisk, ecstatic open-market shoppers in the Antiguan capital of St. Johns wept for joy;
Many bellowed in the streets,” Why didn’t it happen here among us: Why over there?
They’ve brought us so much hope and joy and excitement. Why didn’t it happen here?”
Londoners, lost in shock and bewilderment, camped out in parks and slept in the open air.
In New Delhi, Hindus and Buddhists celebrated for days in the streets, honoring the birth.
They claimed that the child’s secret birth was a sign and wonder to a wicked world.
And so, just about everywhere in the world; someone had something to say about it.
The tenebrous mystery of Mrs. Firnes pregnancy filled the world with joy and wonder;
She had had an active menstrual cycle all through this unfathomable pregnancy:
She led a very active and vigorous life throughout the entirety of this strange period.
Mrs. Firne taught all her classes at the university with flair as she had done before;
She went swimming, bowling, dancing, and had spent much time on the golf course.
Absolutely nothing out of the ordinary was observed by her or her doctor.
Though she claimed that she had felt periodic cramps and spasm in her abdomen,
And had had jittery feelings in her stomach from time to time;
She had not had the slightest idea that she was carrying their fifth child.
And oh, the joy and ecstasy that filled Dr. Firnes heart! He wished it were a twin.
But he thanked the Christian God for being so kind to him and handing him a gem.
Yea, he thanked the God of heaven for realizing a long-treasured dream.
His eleven-pound baby flooded his heart with unspeakable joy!
And oh, the obscure birth’s highlights were the quickness with which it transpired;
The cramps and spasms came on very suddenly, strongly, and noticeably.
And within minutes of the university professor’s arrival at the hospital;
She gave birth to an eleven-pound baby girl: And oh, she was as pretty as a star!
Oh see her pretty cheeks, encased in a beautiful smile that lit up the room with bloom!
The rest of the Firne Family was shocked, embarrassed, and jubilant about the birth.
The pretty baby girl’s sudden appearance in the world spanned the gamut of emotions;
Her brothers and sister were extremely happy at hearing the outlandishly joyous news.
At first, its strange jocularity sounded like abstract jazz music to their ears:
Their mother loved Luis Armstrong’s Jazz, and played it just about every day.
The gynecologist, who delivered the baby, Dr. Marlene Scrubbs, was herself a prophetess.
And she spoke very kind words over the beautiful eleven-pound baby girl;
Dr. Scrubbs called the cute little angel “Vannetta Roslyn Firne” and kissed her cheeks.
Within hours the Firnes were back in the United States at their sprawling Malibu Ranch;
They could have stayed at their beautiful palatial summer cottage in Auckland;
But rather, they chose to return to the United States as quickly as possible.
They had to take care of immigration matters and dual citizenship issues at once.
A flashflood of emails, congratulatory cards, and monetary gifts swept the Malibu Mansion; Accordingly, the residential campus staff was overwhelmed with a frenzied flurry of tasks.

A Rhapsodic Baby Dedication

The fifteen hard-working residential campus employees were hired to do clerical work.
Much of their work had to do with preparing the Firnes’ books for publication;
Suddenly, the work was so intense; fresh temporary assistance had to be hired.
There were thousands of emails, congratulatory cards, and heart-warming letters;
Oh there were hundreds of barrels and parcels with childcare supplies to last for a
Thousand years! And there were also stacks and stacks of monetary gifts.
Story-hungry photographers and impassioned newsmen smothered the scene;
Die-hard tabloid writers swarmed around like bees whose hives had been disturbed.
They swooped down upon the place like hungry quails in search of food;
Oh they rabidly scoured the scene; gobbling up the stirring, dainty story like hot cakes.
The refreshingly delightful story remained on worldwide television for weeks!
Millions, glued to their television screens, watched the numerous telecasts about it.
Oh hear the fairy tale news story; welcoming Vannetta Roslyn Firne into the World.
Listen to that magnificent tale told by a million different voices!
And after all its many twists and turns; some put her birthplace in Brussels, Belgium.
Pretty pictures of the adorable princess flashed on every television screen in the world;
Oh see how tellurians loved pretty, little Vannetta and carried her picture everywhere!
And in the fullness of time, the ceremonial proceedings of baby dedication had come.
Dr. Chapellson, Ph.D. Systematic Theology and Theological Science, was the presiding
Minister: The hush-hush event drew people from as far away as Wellington and Jericho.
The Upper Room Tabernacle’s sprawling auditorium was jammed with die-hard fans.
And, although every effort was made to conceal the sacred event from the moiling mob;
Somehow or other, word had leaked out about the upcoming, very high-profile ceremony.
And Firne enthusiasts flocked the area and swarmed around the church like bees.
The picturesque scene of helicopters swirling around the church moved many to tears;
And, forasmuch as the Big Wigs were allowed in first, parking was a nightmare!
Posh, expensive automobiles; one-half the cost of a luxury yacht; were everywhere.
These svelte, glistening sports cars spilled into the surrounding neighborhood;
And mammoth crowds, as large as a carnival parade, milled about the streets.
The heavy police presence frightened away the faint-hearted and trimmed the crush;
Oh the colorful, picturesque scene brought tears to the eyes of so many people.
Many even tried to compare the quaint circumstances of her life with that of Christ!
And, although the entire baby dedication was carried on worldwide television;
Not a few people could afford to miss a glimpse of this magnificent event!
And, within the rather commodious church auditorium was quite another spectacle.
It seemed as if the entire global society’s astral circles were convened for the ceremony;
And the credentials read out were quite impressive and exalted, to say the least.
The pretty baby princess, as charming as a specially designed doll, smiled with everyone:
Her soft cheeks, painted with the flame of beauty and innocence, warmed many hearts.
Oh see her adorable, chubby countenance; awash with beauty, boon, bloom, and blush;
See her jet black, curly hair; fluttering in the gentle breeze of the moment.
And her beautiful smile, as dainty as a Camellia flower, brightened everyone’s cheeks;
Oh her father, her father, Dr. Firne; how proud, blitheful, and rapturous he looked!
How brightly the glorious beams of joy and gladness radiated from his cheeks;
And the baby’s brothers and sister—see how joyously and excitedly they looked on.
What a magnificent and most unforgettable scene that had been created there;
The colorful audience, brushed with the polish of gleam and beauty, glowed with glee.
Oh see how the many joyful faces, abloom with blush, radiated beneath the chandelier lights;
See how excitedly and jubilantly they waved and wafted kisses at the little princess!
Distinguished guests from all over the world filed into the cavernous, gleeful auditorium;
And, beaming with joy; they gingerly sauntered down the aisle and cheerfully sat down.
They were the who’s who among the world’s eminent scholars and statesmen and financiers;
And like a picturesque bouquet of flowers, eight godparents gathered around the baby.
Dr. Chapellson himself, a godparent, waved the beautiful princess before the audience:
He then lifted her into the air and said, “Name this beautiful angel, smiling at us all;”
Whereupon Dr. Firne cheerfully said, “Her name is Vannetta Roslyn Firne.”
Flush with pride, he smiled; and the audience broke out with a volley of applause.
Some screamed, “Vannetta Roslyn Firne, the golden flower of the morning!”
Others whistled with ardor and excitement, throwing polychromatic pompoms in the air;
The roaring noise spilled from the altar all the way into the brawling streets.
Noisy automobiles, whirring through the streets, tooted their horns at the joyous crowd.
And then, the time had come for all the godparents to present their gifts to the princess.
And oh, what a moving, delightsome scene it was to see the many gifts presented.
Dr. Chapellson, the presiding minister, handed Dr. Firne a check for the baby:
The check for one hundred and seventy-five thousand Euros was the best he could do;
Yea, it was the least that he could do for his wonderful, beloved goddaughter.
And he recommended that the money be invested into stocks and bonds for college.
And that, if the broker had all his ducks in a row, things should work out quite well!
By the time his beloved godchild was eighteen years old, she should strike it rich;
And, by that time, the money should grow to more than one hundred million Euros!
The crowd went crazy; screaming, applauding, and tossing flowers and pompoms in the air;
Then godparent two; Dr. Hasslebeck, Ph.D., Nuclear Physics; stepped up to the podium:
You could hear a pin drop anywhere in the graceful, gaping, awestruck auditorium.
He said, “Well, Good morning, most distinguished ladies and gentlemen. What an honor!
I am thrilled to be here at this most auspicious and momentous occasion of my godbaby’s
Dedication: The gracious God of heaven has blessed us again with this most beautiful princess.
And to her I present this precious wedding gift before you all: She is such a bundle of gladness.
My wife and I flew to Florence, Italy, to purchase this most precious wedding band;
And the cheerful, gracious sales clerk let us have it for just one million Euros!”
And with that, Dr. Hasslebeck leaned over and kissed his goddaughter’s pretty cheeks;
He softly touched her hair and ambled away, waving at the blithesome audience.
Dr. Hasslebeck was quickly followed by Dr. Omou, Ph.D. in Neurology and Mathematics.
He said, “Ladies and gentlemen, be it known to you this day, that this, my godchild, is a star;
And she deserves all the best that life has to offer to someone of her exalted station.
And without further ado, I do present to her a stock account of three million Euros.”
The antsy audience remained very quiet as godparent number four stepped to the podium;
The electrified audience, inoculated with awe and shock, sat there as if they were numb.
Dr. Sustifani; Ph.D., Atomic Energy and Mathematics; handed Dr. Firne a check:
The five-million Euro gift was a jaw-dropping stunner that jarred the benumbed audience!
He explained to the flabbergasted folks that he and his wife Roslyn had been praying for that;
They had been childless and had always thought of having a goddaughter.
He affirmed that Vannetta was a direct answer to their prayers from the God of heaven;
He wanted the money to be put into stocks and bonds toward the purchase of a yacht,
And specified that this luxury motorboat was to be a special wedding gift for his godbaby!
He said that they had already begun to pray for his goddaughter’s carefully chosen husband.
As Dr. Sustifani walked away; a dashingly sprightly couple strutted up to the altar.
Dr. Gonzalez; Ph.D., geomagnetism; beckoned with his hands and spoke zealously to
The audience: His voice spilled much glee on the rabid cheeks of the joyous guests.
The distinguished Barcelona Spanish scientist explained how happy and honored he was.
He regarded the moment as a most unforgettable and momentous experience in his life;
His radiant wife Betty, dripping with beauty and charm, handed Dr. Firne a deed!
They had bought a seventy-five acre ranch for their pungent, beloved goddaughter:
They had already built a magnificent summer cottage to be in the Firnes custody!
As they gaily walked away from the podium, godparent number six presented his gift.
Dr. Molluck; Ph.D., Mathematics and Econometrics; hailed from Auckland, New Zealand:
Larger than life itself and with a big smile on his face, he also presented a deed to the Firnes.
This generous Auckland University professor was also a very filthy-rich businessman;
He had known Dr. Firne for a very long time and had managed his business in Auckland.
The deed he presented was for a five-hundred acre farm just outside Auckland, New Zealand.
As he quickly walked away, god parent number seven scurried onto the stage with a smile.
Dr. Gutierrez; Ph.D., Geodetic Science; was a young, brilliant scientist from Buenos Aires:
He had just come into the ranks of the global scientific aristocracy, attaining billionaire status.
And he had amassed a tremendous amount of wealth in the commodities market!
His five million-Euro gift for Vannetta’s wedding band was mere a drop in the bucket;
His young, pretty, very wealthy wife Elizabeth also welcomed the idea of a godchild.
And finally, Dr. Zonakh; Ph.D., Physics, from Canberra, Australia; came to the podium.
Inoculated with cheer, thrill, and pulse; He greeted the minister, kissed the baby, and said:
“Oh, most gracious and wonderful gaggle of academicians and scientists and others;
It is indeed a distinct honor to be here in your presence to witness this marvelous miracle.
I am so piquantly delighted and beside myself to be this beautiful princess’ godfather—
I am so happy to be a part of this mysterious miracle; her college education is paid in full.
She will attend the prestigious Canberra Polytechnic University in Australia;
The arrangements have already been made, even as the hand of time has begun to tick.
Her three million-Euro stock account has already been put into motion.”
And with that last presentation, Dr. Chapellson blessed the pretty princess again;
Whereupon the assembly was quickly dispersed, thus ending the glorious ceremony.
The area, bristling with police, looked like a New York City peak-hour traffic jam!
But, alas; all the motorists were quite cordial and urbane in their disposition.
The snarled traffic was gradually dissolved; and oh, what a wonderful day it was!
The unclogging of the traffic arteries soon enabled the chariots to move more smoothly.
Many left the quaint gathering; holding their breath, sighing, and blushing:
They had never seen anything as weird and extravagant as what they had just witnessed;
Many wondered how in the world a child could be given such outlandish wedding gifts.
Oh the child, not far removed from the womb, was so quickly introduced to the adult world. Pelted into the uncanny cave of adulthood like a green fruit, plucked in the fury of a tempest;
The baby princess was summarily brought into the foggy castle of holy matrimony.
The gifts were varied, numerous, and extravagant; and they’d be around for a long time.
Oh the exquisite foresight of obsessively and frenetically delighted godparents!

Trying to Make Sense of It All

How on earth could a mere christening ceremony turn an infant into a dashing billionaire?
How could a baby dedication make a darling little angel filthy rich right on the spot!
The discourse of three Upper Room Tabernacle members brought things into perspective;
Lucile Gompers (church clerk) and Elizabeth Jefferson (secretary) were quite upset.
These two church members were highly discombobulated about the baby dedication;
But Mrs. Richards, a Malibu school teacher, put them in their place; and they did not like it:
Mrs. Gompers: Good heavens; well, well; we have seen some very strange things today!
Haven’t we girl? And you look so sassy in your glamorous, new garment.
Mrs. Jefferson: But oh, my dear; I know that my new dress is not what is on your mind:
You are befuddled and confused by all that Babylonian display of generosity.
You have never seen so much money passed in an ordinary church service in your life!
Mrs. Gompers: But you see, my friend; that baby dedication was anything but ordinary.
Five helicopters panted overhead like giant waterfalls over towering, tumbling cliffs—
That was quite a sight to behold—all the people standing in the streets and cheering!
That little New Zealander is indeed a celebrity from birth—she just has it!
And girl, did you see those handsome billionaires as flashy as Michael Jackson?
Mrs. Jefferson: Yes, I saw the handsome gentlemen, but the show was not about them.
Mrs. Gompers: What do you mean by saying that the show was not about them:
They were the ones who donated all the big bucks—those were some fine gentlemen!
And Dr. Gutierrez, the Buenos Aires billionaire; he just looked like a dashing bachelor.
But oh, his wife was ten times as rich as he was! Who are these filthy rich folks?
I have never heard of scientists with all that kind of money. My God! Who are they?
They must be professional bank robbers and drug pushers in their countries.
Mrs. Jefferson: Well, there is not enough dope in the world to make that kind of money:
You have to cut down all the trees in the world and package their leaves in huge bundles;
And then, you are going to dose up the whole world with drugs to sell those big stacks.
Mrs. Gompers: Well, I will send Dr. Molluck an email, thanking him for his generosity.
I am sure that some of all that money will make its way into our church—we need it, too;
And I will ask Dr. Molluck if he needs a maid or someone to sweep up his yard.
I am simply just wasting my time working for pennies; it just does not cut it here anymore:
Perhaps, if Dr. Molluck hires me as his yard girl; I will be able to make a decent living.
Mrs. Richards: And, may be, if his wife takes ill; you can fill in for her, too hah?
Yea, if Dr. Molluck’s wife gets sick; you can make things right there, hah?
You see, that is what’s wrong with you people: You do not really know the Lord.
You are so mercenary and epicure, you would sell your soul to the devil if you could!
You are so da gone greedy, selfish, and full of evil; you should work in hell instead:
You sound like witches who wear sheep’s garments in the Lord’s House.
You see, my friends; money is not everything: You two should be praising the Lord.
You should be giving him glory for the magnificent display of his divine power;
Oh how mightily he has showcased his love and power at that glorious baby dedication.
He has turned a little infant girl into an instant billionaire right before our eyes;
Come on ladies, what we have just witnessed is nothing short of a miracle.
And what he has done for Little Pumpa, he certainly would do for the church secretary:
How dare you talk like a whore—a flat out hooker right on the heels of such a display!
Are you saved? Do you know Jesus, the savior of the whole world?
Shame on you, prattling like a downright slut right on the heels of such divine power!
These men are the design scientists who have debunked the theory of evolution.
These wonderful scholars have changed the course of human history forever!
They are our heroes. We, of the Christian community, must be proud of them.
Mrs. Gompers: What does their being our heroes have to do with anything?
Once a gold digger, always a gold digger; and I certainly know some gold when I see it!
My mamma was a gold digger; I am a gold digger; and I will always be a gold digger.
Mrs. Richards: Oh slutty woman, how dare you insult the Lord Jesus and talk like that!
The God of heaven has blessed these erudite men beyond their wildest imagination;
They’re the richest men in the world, and they have displayed much generosity before us.
Yea, they’ve shown much kindness and love to our baby princess, Vannetta, here today.
And here you are, talking like a prostitute eagerly in search of “your own Johns.”
This is so shockingly disgusting—you all need to repent and seek help now;
You two need to repent now before the earth opens up and swallows all of us!
Yes, you all must call upon the Lord before it will be too late for the both of you.
Mrs. Gompers: Well, you are hitching a ride and talking crazy like that to me in my car!
You must be out your da gone mind, addressing me in that tone of voice.
How dare you call me a whore and hooker in my own da gone car: You must be crazy!
One hood rat must know another, you “f”ing woman with a little paint on your skin.
Mrs. Jefferson: Be careful, girl; you are about to drive this car over that cliff.
Perhaps, Mrs. Richards’ voice is the voice of God, because your body is jerking.
You are beginning to shake violently; stop this car and let me out!
Mrs. Richards: What are you doing, Lucille? Do you want to kill us all?
Mrs. Jefferson: Don’t worry; she’s not having an epileptic seizure: She’ll be all right.
She shakes like that when she is very angry: She goes into spasms,
And she is now very angry with both of us because she has a phobia for the truth.
We are too mercenary and greedy—we attach far too much value to material things.
What we have overlooked here is that this little girl did not ask for any of this:
It was merely given to her: She is just a little, innocent infant—an angel from heaven!
She does not even know what in the world is going on around her and really doesn’t care.
She merely smiled and waved her tiny hands at the exuberantly applauding audience:
We should be happy to have witnessed such a magnificent display of God’s power;
And besides all of this, these billionaires have taken this infant as their own.
Their generous giving reflects the loving heart of God, who has smiled upon this child;
Love and giving love are all that Jesus knows how to do: those are the things in his heart.
Jesus does not know, or have anything else, to give to the human race.
He gave himself; yea, his life for all the greed, selfishness, whoredom, and sin in this world.
Watch The Passion of the Christ: You’ll see the staggering price that Jesus paid for us all!
These noble men see Vannetta as their own baby, and they are investing in her right now;
And besides, what is one million Euros to these filthy rich giants of science?
They are the societal architects who are designing a new world order for all of us—
A fresh global political machine, sheared of the garbage and alloy of evolution.
And we must applaud the wonderful work that these noble men are doing in the world.
And who knows—Vannetta’s mysterious birth might be a sign from heaven itself.
Don’t you think that these brilliant men have already thought all of that through?
They are grooming Vannetta for a major role in that fast-approaching world government.
They have even already selected her bridal accouterments: What a message.
What a straight message that they are sending to the naturalists and secularists!
“We are building a new world; this child would help us in the engineering process.”
Yes, Mrs. Richards; you’ve been my son’s science teacher—and a good one, too!
I repent for our senseless gossip against the eye-popping display of God’s power.
And I am sure that Mrs. Gompers would agree with both of us.
Mr. Richards: And sometimes, bruising words need to be spoken to get folks’ attention.
Mrs. Jefferson: As highly visible folks of our church, we have to set the proper example.
We are the leaders of Upper Room Tabernacle of Faith: We ought to be good examples—
Yea, we ought to be the finest example of Christian love and integrity in the world.
Our pastor Dr. Chapellson, also an eminent scientist, has been a good example to us.
How dare we smear his name with hood rats, hookers, and whores on the streets!
Mrs. Gompers: Thank you, Mrs. Richards for standing up to us and telling us the truth.
We have embarrassed and stained the beauty of Vannetta’s day with the smudge of soot;
We owe our dear princess Vannetta, an apology for our careless, irresponsible comments;
And from this day forth, I vowed to turn my life around and live for the cause of Christ.
I repudiate embracing the idea of being a gold digger: I am no gold digger—I am saved.
And I owe it all to Mrs. Richards’ integrity and to our precious princess, Vannetta:
Oh how easy it is to stray from the golden path of righteousness, truth, and integrity.
The war that Christian soldiers fight every day is fiercer than World War One’s trench warfare,
And this is the reason that men have found it right in their own eyes to deny and reject the truth.
Good heavens, it is so easy to follow the broad, evil path of this world’s way of doing things:
All one has to do is merely that which comes natural and pleases him—and no one else!
But you see, this is the basic principle of the Satanic Bible—just do as you wish.
You do not have to please anyone else but yourself; and oh, it is so easy to fall into that trap!
But that Satanic piece of advice always leads one into the formidable trenches of destruction;
It is never long before he finds himself in that detestable trashcan of failure, defeat, and ruin.