Let us turn to Genesis, chapter 2: And the Lord said to Adam, “Dude, seriously. I’m telling you for the last time: if you eat that apple, I’m sending a fricking Tyrannosaurus Rex.”
The Creation Museum presents the Biblical Creation story in a bizarro wonderland where you can eat your cotton candy and harken back to bygone days of yore when life was simpler, people talked to their neighbors, and every once in a while the local wildlife ate one of your children.
Here’s an honest-to-goodness quote from the site:
“T. rex: the real king of the beasts. That’s the terror that Adam’s sin unleashed! You’ll run into this monster lurking near Adam and Eve. How’s this possible? Find out soon!” (See the actual T-Rex link here.)
Soon? Ooh! I can’t wait!
Note the people standing around looking. You can kind of imagine the lady with her hands on her hips saying, “Huh. Weird.” The old gentleman in the blue shirt looks like he bought a bag of T-Rex food at the concession stand and isn’t sure what to do with it now. And the guy in the red shirt doesn’t really seem to be that impressed. I sure am.
I hope you don’t exhaust yourself laughing. You’ll need your energy when the velociraptors show up on Judgment Day to separate the sheep from the goats… and then eat both.
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Now, seriously. This is funny, but deep down it makes my blood boil. These punks are spending $25 million to demonstrate their stubborn idiocy in the name of Jesus? Arr. Why don’t they just go back to standing on the street corner informing random folks of their eternal destiny? It’s certainly cheaper.
(Thanks to Luke for pointing out the Creation Museum.)
