Writer John Scalzi visited and wrote about his trip to the Creation Museum, so you don't have to. You'll only really appreciate what a service this is if you've ever been there: Last time I visited, I got thrown out on my ass -- not because I disagreed with them, but because no one there would acknowledge me as the Creator and give me free funnel cakes. Ingrates.
Scalzi's dissection of the Creation Museum is very funny, but I think from the get-go he gives the place the benefit of the doubt:
Imagine, if you will, a load of horseshit. And we’re not talking just your average load of horseshit; no, we’re talking colossal load of horsehit. An epic load of horseshit. The kind of load of horseshit that has accreted over decades and has developed its own sort of ecosystem, from the flyblown chunks at the perimeter, down into the heated and decomposing center, generating explosive levels of methane as bacteria feast merrily on vintage, liquified crap. This is a Herculean load of horseshit, friends, the likes of which has not been seen since the days of Augeas.
It's a fairly detailed and thoughtful essay on a visit to the Creation Museum, albeit one built around trying to break the record for using the word "horseshit" in print (it's 45,234 and I'm the record holder, BTW). He also includes an extensive photo tour with equally snarky but insightful comments. Check it out below, get inspired and send your Creator funnel cakes (that's me).
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