It’s been a while since I visited the Creation Museum outside of Cincinnati, but I wanted to write about it in my blog. I’ve been annoyed about the museum ever since I went there. Now, granted, I may not be the most unbiased judge of the value of this museum. According to the film that my friend forced me to sit through, apparently all professors, teachers, and scientists are biased against creationism which keeps us from seeing God’s hand at work. [Ahem ... and the people who believe in creationism are not biased? Let's talk about hypocrisy.]
Others have blogged about this museum. I’m sure that a Google search will turn up lots of stuff about the place. So I’m not going to write about the dinosaurs gallivanting with the children, the very odd fact that Adam was really a Ken doll, or the annoying lines (and let me tell you, that place was packed). I’m not going to talk about the name of the bookstore, even though I found the concept of the Dragon Hall bookstore to be … well … not really biblically correct. I will tell you that the place had these great flyers with a gorgeous rendering of the Tree of Life — but then they didn’t bother to put this great art on anything in the bookstore. And postcards? Forget about it. They didn’t sell them.
I can tell you that the first movie was really f***ing obnoxious. I was already annoyed by the fact that I had been standing in line for over an hour (1/2 hour to get tickets into the museum, another 40 or so minutes waiting to see the crappy film). Once you get into the theatre, you sit in these great seats. At least, they felt great until they started shaking and squirting water in your face. WTF? It was like sitting on a giant vibrator while trying to choke down jets of cum. Okay, maybe not that bad — but I was hacking and coughing during all of Noah’s flood because the water kept squirting me in the mouth while I was laughing. Ugh.
Yes, the museum stayed on message: Culture bad. God good. Science bad. Creationism good. Knowledge bad. Religion good. Critical thinking bad. Unrelenting stupidity good. Man bad. Dinosaurs good. Oh wait, did they ever say dinosaurs were good? No. But they must be good for the bottom line because they were everywhere.
Maybe the idea behind the water and it making you feel as if, “…It was like sitting on a giant vibrator while trying to choke down jets of cum…” was to prevent you from laughing at the film.
Dinosaurs? If they existed in Noah’s time, why didn’t he bring a couple of ‘em along? *shrugs*
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