A Frank and Earnest Discussion - Day 2
“Frank, you can’t just ignore science by calling it lies.”
“I can if its true.”
“What about all the evidence, Frank?”
“You mean all those bones, Ernie? Oh yeah, like that is real solid evidence. Hmm, let me see, this here bone was found by those monkey bones over there, and this one looks like it might be close to a human, so that must mean monkeys became humans. Right!!!!”
“Frank, you have the great knack of taking something very complicated, making it simple, and then dismissing it.”
“Okay Ernie, tell me about Phylum jumping. Why isn’t there any evidence of those evolutionary steps that jumped from one distinct branch out to start a new one. How come, Ernie?”
“Just because you haven’t seen it yet, Frank, doesn’t mean it isn’t true. You of all people should know that.”
They both smiled and preachers do when some internal “preacher” joke is shared.
The boy had been concentrating on what the two preachers had been saying. He didn’t understand some of the words, but he did understand enough to confuse him. He looked down at his arm which he busted last summer on his bike. The doctor had shown him an x-ray and said that was it was a picture of his bone.
Finally, the boy hopped up and approached the two preachers. He pulled out his Dad’s 38 caliber pistol from inside his jacket and sat down at the preachers’ table.
Frank ignored the boy and concentrated on packing up his trash. Earnest started to greet the boy, and then saw the pistol in the boy’s hand.
“Uh, Frank, I think maybe you should leave the trash alone for a moment.”
“Oh right, and get in trouble from Stella again for not bringing my empty baggies home, I don’t think …” Finally Frank saw the boy and the gun. He froze in mid-movement.
The boy remained silent, slowly flipping the pistol in an experienced way. Finally, he looked up at the two ministers and said in a very calm, mature voice, “Y’all seem to be pretty smart. I have a few questions.”
The day seem to fade away until the entire universe was made up of two preachers, one kid, and one pistol.
“I can if its true.”
“What about all the evidence, Frank?”
“You mean all those bones, Ernie? Oh yeah, like that is real solid evidence. Hmm, let me see, this here bone was found by those monkey bones over there, and this one looks like it might be close to a human, so that must mean monkeys became humans. Right!!!!”
“Frank, you have the great knack of taking something very complicated, making it simple, and then dismissing it.”
“Okay Ernie, tell me about Phylum jumping. Why isn’t there any evidence of those evolutionary steps that jumped from one distinct branch out to start a new one. How come, Ernie?”
“Just because you haven’t seen it yet, Frank, doesn’t mean it isn’t true. You of all people should know that.”
They both smiled and preachers do when some internal “preacher” joke is shared.
The boy had been concentrating on what the two preachers had been saying. He didn’t understand some of the words, but he did understand enough to confuse him. He looked down at his arm which he busted last summer on his bike. The doctor had shown him an x-ray and said that was it was a picture of his bone.
Finally, the boy hopped up and approached the two preachers. He pulled out his Dad’s 38 caliber pistol from inside his jacket and sat down at the preachers’ table.
Frank ignored the boy and concentrated on packing up his trash. Earnest started to greet the boy, and then saw the pistol in the boy’s hand.
“Uh, Frank, I think maybe you should leave the trash alone for a moment.”
“Oh right, and get in trouble from Stella again for not bringing my empty baggies home, I don’t think …” Finally Frank saw the boy and the gun. He froze in mid-movement.
The boy remained silent, slowly flipping the pistol in an experienced way. Finally, he looked up at the two ministers and said in a very calm, mature voice, “Y’all seem to be pretty smart. I have a few questions.”
The day seem to fade away until the entire universe was made up of two preachers, one kid, and one pistol.
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