Detroit Free Press
He wants alternative theories taught
August 2, 2005
BY RON HUTCHESON
[font=helvetica,arial]FREE PRESS WASHINGTON STAFF[/font]
WASHINGTON -- President George W. Bush waded into the debate over evolution and "intelligent design" Monday, saying schools should teach both theories on the creation and complexity of life.
In a wide-ranging question-and-answer session with a small group of reporters, Bush essentially endorsed efforts by Christian conservatives to give intelligent design equal standing with the theory of evolution in the nation's schools...
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He wants alternative theories taught
August 2, 2005
BY RON HUTCHESON
[font=helvetica,arial]FREE PRESS WASHINGTON STAFF[/font]
WASHINGTON -- President George W. Bush waded into the debate over evolution and "intelligent design" Monday, saying schools should teach both theories on the creation and complexity of life.
In a wide-ranging question-and-answer session with a small group of reporters, Bush essentially endorsed efforts by Christian conservatives to give intelligent design equal standing with the theory of evolution in the nation's schools...
Rejoice and give thanks. Kill the fatted calf. Lock your chastity belts. Hide your children and inflatable dolls. The mightiest of intellectuals has made his opinion heard, his loins glistening in the sun, his foreskin dragging like a leopard's tail, his wrath as glorious as Al Gore‘s beard. See how lesser plastic mortals scatter in his presence? See how oceans quiver in fear and submission? See how the moon vibrates with excitement, darting forward to kiss what it doesn’t understand? All yearn to taste his sweat, to feel his greatness deep inside them, and only for a moment, to forget their own insignificance. The universe is saved, the hero of the downtrodden has returned. The price of KY jelly will soar.