Monday, March 31, 2014

Come Monday...Reverend Tyson and Cosmos

“Come Monday…” is a weekly series that will involve a review of (or commentary about) websites, movies, documentaries, television shows, sports, music, and whatever else may tickle my fancy at the time.  Be assured that these reviews will be generally positive, as in accordance to the Jimmy Buffett song “Come Monday.”  This is subject to change, however.  In fact, I would be most derelict in my duties to neglect going on a rant every once in a while.  For rants promote change, and change can be good—right?  Therefore, since good is generally considered as being a positive force in 99.3% of the parallel universes that I am aware of, even a rant could be considered as being something positive, and a genuine hissy-fit would be even better (so I’m told).

At 8:00 PM (Central) you can embark upon a journey full of incredible wonders right from your own living room (or wherever you may have a television or an internet-connected devise).  For that is when a new episode of [Cosmos] is broadcast on FOX.

Be assured that it truly is a feast for the eye.  For it displays CGI technology at its very best—even when viewed on a smart phone small screen.  In fact, viewing the series at an IMAX theater might require a warning about the possibility of sensory overload.

I say all of this is in spite of the dialog from [Neil deGrasse Tyson], which I find rather tedious (at best).  For he often delights in chunking stones at creationists for their blind faith in primitive beliefs while speaking in terms of absolute truth about what scientific studies have not proven to be absolutely true…yet(?).

No, I am not here to chunk stones right back at the devout atheists in the scientific community.  For some of the things they make claims about may very well prove to be true before it is all over with, but those days appear to still be a long way off.

Alas, it is actually quite sad that Tyson’s chutzpah is so celebrated by so many in and out of the scientific community.  For he reminds me of [Jerry Farwell] and [Pat Robertson] when he does not hold back on the deadly radiation and killer meteorites in his sermons on the absolute truth to evolution.

Yes, Neil deGrasse Tyson is a televangelist of the worst sort.  For he claims that the [theory of evolution] is now a proven fact when no scientist has ever observed a fish evolving into a bird—let alone an amoeba swimming in a pool of primeval ooze eventually evolving into a human being.

Reverend Tyson is also full of balderdash when it comes to the universe in general.  For he never gives any indication of the absolute truth of the matter truly being that the distances given between celestial bodies (among a great number of other things) are mere speculation.

Granted, what he speaks of with such great confidence may be based upon some pretty good educated guesses, but they are still just guesses.  For the calculations are based upon assumptions, with thousands upon thousands of variables notwithstanding.

Hey, all I am looking for is for Reverend Tyson to be as ethical in his presentations as the author(s) of the Wikipedia article on the [Andromeda Galaxy].  For in the very first line, it is stated that the Andromeda Galaxy is APPROXIMATELY 2.5 million light-years away.  Whereas, I cannot recall Reverend Tyson making even the slightest bit of a hedge about anything he wants to believe is absolutely true.

What I consider to be a good example of the good reverend’s balderdash can be heard in the opening lines to the second Cosmos episode.  Now, he may have not written it, but he certainly delivers the declaration without any hesitation in his voice.

“We were born into a mystery.  One that has haunted us for at least as long as we have been human.  We awakened on this tiny world beneath a blanket of stars, like an abandoned baby left on a doorstep without a note to explain where we came from, who we are, how our universe came to be, and with no idea how to end our cosmic isolation.  We’ve had to figure it all out for ourselves.”

Of course, it can be argued that I am guilty of doing the same thing much of the time—perhaps even more outrageously.  For I have not been shy about claiming to receive my information from none other than the Lord God Almighty Himself, but I also frequently admit that I may very well be certifiably insane.

In any event, I highly recommend giving Cosmos your rapt attention.  You can watch earlier episodes on its [site], and if you fail to let out an audible ooh and awe within the first minute or so, seek medical attention immediately.  For there just might be something seriously wrong with you.

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  1. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Lee!!! A fifth of what?

  2. I think I'll just pass on this on :)

  3. It's so easy to get in a stone-throwing party isn't it? We all have hypothesis and, frankly, we all accept a lot on faith. :)

  4. Whatever you're offering, Jerry! lol

  5. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Ann!!! Would it help to think of the graphics as being quite a crafts project?

  6. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Julie!!! Very well said.

  7. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Lee!!! Well, back when I was in so much pain with the muscle tear (or whatever it is) in my right thigh last October, I asked Arlynda to go out and get me a fifth of Old Crow bourbon. For I seemed to recall it being quite drinkable and fairly cheap, and I found out that I ain't much of drinker anymore. Since there is around 3/4 of the bottle left, you are more than welcome to come by and finish it off.

  8. I'm not much of a drinker these days, either, Jerry. I was saying this to a friend over the weekend.

    I'm a poor excuse for a drinker these days. I've got a bottle of Johnny Walker Black Label still in its box, on the shelf, unopened and it's been there for almost 2 years now! There's also a unopened bottle of rum next to it that's been there since before Christmas.

    And I've wine enough to start my own cellar...

    I do enjoy being able to sit with a like-minded person over a few drinks and laughs, but I really don't have anyone around here nearby that I feel like doing that with; and my two furry, four-legged rascals are teetotallers, so they're no help!

    And I can't be bothered drinking I'll stick to water and my morning cup of coffee.

    What a party-pooper and boring old fart I've become! lol

  9. Thanks for stopping by again, my dear Lee!!! I used to say that any liquor that needed to be mixed with something wasn't worth drinking in the first place, but I am singing a different tune these days. For that Old Crow sure goes down a lot better when mixed with some Coke.


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