So, after getting hammered writing my dumb editorial, my professor loved it. She commented happily this the first time a book has managed to get a student close to drunk, which I really tried to do.
I sadly finished the paper before seeing pink elephants, and escaping a hangover to so I could supposedly forget the ordeal. My liver and bladder took vengeance instead.
Regardless, I'm going to burn that retarded book and use its ashes to a paint a pipe. So my only utterance is: Screw Physical Materialism, May the New Atheists burn in vague linguistic hell, and Screw Academia for allowing frauds to write children's books. I encourage all atheists, hard and soft, to take Dawkin's book, burn it, plant it, cut it up, even make a monument out of it and worship it. That's what I'm doing, and encourage anyone who has half a brain to destroy all regalia associated with four horseman of frauds, spoon-feeding priests of positivism and champions of all that is anti-intellectual.
Death to Faetheism!
Joking aside, I really am going to paint a pipe with its ashes. My teacher loved my drivel where I went on a two page disparage of Dawkin's previous philosophical hodunkery, and it smells like alcohol because I left booze near it. It didn't take her that long to fully understand I really disprove of Dawkins after all is said and done. The paper even pissed of the resident New Aetheists in class, so I feel vindicated, and they tried to accuse me of being "anti-science" I retorted by reminding them that people like Dawkins only exist because of our willingness to be spoon fed like hoards at a Mass and they were in fact anti-intellectuals for supporting outmoded ideas killed in the 70s, so not all is bad.
