Thursday, February 12, 2015

The Adventures of Kyle Crockford on the Palouse


    When one is making their first trip into the Palouse country it might be easy to ask out loud: where is everybody? Especially if you come from an urban region, out here in the rolling wheatland it's different. The air is sweet and you can hear the birds song, the natural process includes all four seasons, with gusto. You will find Washington State University on a collection of hills adjacent to the town of Pullman. and in the eyes of old alums it is still a happy place. From one who came from afar and stayed long enough to have a life in it. It's bigger than the hills bigger than a state, more than a campus more than a city, it's a spirit of feeling carried by all those who touch it and are touched by it. That feeling can easily be characterized by two simple words "Cougar Spirit".

    Nestled in the rolling golden hills is also a youth struggling to make his way in life, fighting adversity on many fronts, still carrying with him a dream, a dream to succeed here where once he experienced bitter defeat. A battle that would test the endurance of the soul. The ups and downs like the undulating hills of the palouse: pain, misery, success and hardship blended together like the rolling landscape itself. It was here amidst fields of wheat where the wind blows hard and the climate unforgivable that I would test the hardiness of my ambitions. Cyclic weather patterns of scorching hot summers and freezing winters permeate the landscape. Cycling 15 miles a day to work for a large part of the last 8 months, over a sheet of ice on occasion, as well as in triple digit temperatures. But you see its the hottest fires and coldest winters that forge the heart of steel. When I first arrived here, I was still a young kid with all the passions and energies of youth burning within. I still remember the group of stunningly sexy girls the first day at orientaition pass our group of hungry men in their short shirts, halter tops, firm toned bodies and flowing blonde hair, knowing they were eye candy to us as they strut by with a walk of sexy self entitlement that made everything in me believe I had missed out on that which is "real life" tan skin, pretty smiles, flowing booze, hott and heavy one night stands. This was the life old men trapped in the mundane job with the ol ball n' chain dream of going back to. Surely I was finally free of my ridged structured morality I had once so desperately clung to in the lonely hopes it would bring me lasting fullfillment and life. I could shed the wearisome cloak for good and indulge in the salacious lusts of my true desires. Finally. This was college. This is "the dream". Community College has nothing on this experience...

   The first night in pullman I met this extremely attractive Italian girl, we immediately hit it off. We found a party nearby, most were open in the summer, due to greek life not being in full swing. So we're at this party I bring her too and I'm scanning, kind of getting a good feel for what it's about, what people are doing. And I'm noticing there's like 3 women in the whole place. The girl I brought with me is really attractive and of course several guys approach and then they all begin to swarm in on her like moths to a porch light. And she's drinking the alcohol I supplied and getting massively hit on. Of course it's the usual banter: "hey I'm so and so, do you play beer pong? are you good at tennis? I play tennis alot, nice tat on your biceps" "yeah I've been hitting the gym alot lately, just reached a new PR recently." Like good gawd, get me out of here, my emergency signals were on. It's rush week so of course I'm at a sausage fest party with 18 horny guys that are looking to get  laid. I just brought her into the hornets nest, enemy territory and she's going to get the train run on her by 4 douchebag frat guys. Thinking quickly of an exit plan I said "alright I just remembered I left my vodka at my friends house Brenna, we should go get it and come back" Of course I had no plans of returning. Then the fraternity guys started honing in on me, they hadn't noticed me all night till now, like I was just standing there. I was just an obstacle in the way of the girl. No correspondance til now that I was taking the prize away. Then they notice me. Of course. "Naw man, you can go get it" What are talking about man she's having fun" Now I'm begining to get pissed off. "No really, I have chaser too, do you really think I'm bringing the vodka back for everyone? We should go take shots Brenna" She looked hesitant, then I just grabbed her hand and literally started shoving my way through 3,000 pounds of tank top wearing muscled jock hulk, impervious to the insults from the guys being hurled my way "you're a dick man!" Smiling politely and nodding politely back "thank you, we'll be back". " "Well that was sudden Kyle, why did we leave that quick?" "Did you see the look and body language on those guys or the one that was getting handsy with you? " "Not really" she confided, "there was alot of people" "Well I saved you, those guys were way too forward, you were about to get run through like a men's locker room." She laughed at this suggestion. "No way I can handle myself" "I got you" I said "don't worry" She replied "alright miss worrywort let's get that vodka" We ended up connecting with another friend of mine Bryce and met another girl Natalia on the way back, she looked lost and confused and with Bryce's persuasive ways and outgoing personality she ended up in our group for the night. Later on as the night was getting late, I offered a suggestion to Brenna, "There's this observatory aways up terra view, its a great night for stargazing too" She agreed to come check it out. We were both tatered at this point and by the time we reached the overlook the stars seemed a bit more blurry than I remembered. I showed her a few constellations and then she turned and gave me that look, the one where you know it's time to put up or shut up. Instead she simply stated "What's your last name?" "Crockford" I replied. "Awh Kyle Crockford, what's your middle name?" "James" I replied again. "Kyle James Crockford, that's a studly name" "It kind of is" I agreed  Not sure where she was going with this but next thing I know she was complimenting my eyes, I replied hers were striking as well "tell me about it stud" she whispered, next thing I knew we were making out in a forlorn wheatfield for hours. I was staying on a friends couch for the night and I didn't want to disturb him, but I said "hey, its like 40 below out here I'll go get a blanket." I staggered down down the steep embankment like a drunk idiot and promptly slippped on my ass, last thing I saw were my feet before my head impacted the ground, well at least she didnt see I thought  it's too dark right before I heard deep belly laughter from up the hill. Ugh, she witnessed it. I came back with the blanket and then continued where we left off, I could have easily consummated the foreplay, but for some reason I did not. I'm better than this. I'm not taking advantage of a drunk girl in the middle of a wheatfield. And we didn't, I wondered later if I made the right decision cause I never really hung out with her again, and I'm still convinced I did. The next day the guys in my alive group were complaining, "mann I went to this party and there were like no girls" "what'd you do?"they asked me "well, I woke up in a wheatfield with a girl to birds chirping and two guys catcalling at us from the deck above" Wow, not bad man..I still remember my thoughts upon leaving 'Alive' back home, this is going to be a great semester...Well so I thought...Funny how when everything you long for is right there for the taking, it seems to turn around, eluding you to bite you in the ass.

   I found an apartment a few weeks in right next to the Starbucks I worked at. The fairy tale was all laid out and about to begin. Yet I found college strangely difficult and work challenging. I was jumping in the deep in off the diving board without knowing how to swim. Colllege was tedious. I clearly OD'd on confidence and cruised to failure. I didn't put the neccessary work in. Why should I? I'm Kyle Crockford; the same one that competed nationally in science competetions? The same one that drove across country myself, surviving multiple blizzards and perilous journey. I don't need to work at school. School is for the weak, test taking is easy, just beat the system, cram for the tests and you're golden. Well that worked for a community college but this was a state school with rigid demands and hardass teachers who can sniff bullshit from several miles away, past the stench on the footballl field where we provided so much futility. I indeed found myself wrapped in the throes of mortal combat with a savage lion and was very unused to the opposition. I barely passed my classes, others I dropped. Many things occured during this semester that hindered me, some I will say were acutely 'unnatural'. My apartment for one, was a place of despair coupled with extreme pain and anguish. I believe it was corrupted by some force. I know this sounds ludicrous. But if you knew my pain, you would begin to understand why I am so fervent a believer in the supernatural. Many a night I still recall waking up in a cold sweat, ravaged with fear. I turned to alcohol to help cope with the nightmarish eerie ocurrances. I told no one about these, thinking they would perceive me weak and feeble or just plain crazy. I still recall downing shot after shot in my apt and yelling "leave me be" to some unseen oddity. I recall waking up permeated with a nameless horror and scrambling out into the night in my boxers and T shirt curling up against the outside wall unwilling to risk a re-entry into the place, something I was unsure of, something I was unfamiliar with was haunting me, so I remained outside for a cold while, showering vomit and tears over the icy surface. I recall one such time being abruptly aroused from slumber by that fear; he must've followed me out because I slipped soon after and crashed into the retaining wall splitting the right side of my head, I vomited soon after. The once proud and assured me, soaked in blood, tears and puke...half naked, crawling back up the snowy embankment. It wasn't pretty, and I wont try to disguise it.

   I spent many a night on a hill overcropping pullman looking down on the campus and the city lights, at least I was at peace. I woke up one morning on this same palouse wheatfield outcropping unaware I had passed out at some point during the night. Yet I always found my way back home. Now I was couch-surfing for weeks and my apt had opened to me, only because someone had vacated it 2 weeks into the semsester without any real rhyme or reason, which I found odd, but made more sense as I inhabited it. I held a few small parties at my place, nothing too crazy, just some beer pong and drinking games, but once when I brought a friend over he was filled with some kind of revulsion. He was acquainted with supernatural occurences as he had in the past astral-projected (vacated his body with his soul) soon after entering he told me he neeeded to leave, that there was a kind of negative energy in the room that gave him the living creeps. I found this odd, yet indulged in his superstition and we left soon after. Later that night it was around 3 am on a Sunday, I returned to my apt and said for God to rid me of any unseen evil. An odd prayer I felt yet as soon as the words left my mouth figures appeared from above my apt floor. I left my car toward my apt smiled and nodded at one of them and he returned me a look I still recall today as "sending chills down my spine" this was not a normal group of people mind you, this was a middle eastern bearded group that didn't seem like your lighthearted party hardy college boys. That being said, after that uncanny occurrence, things seemed to improve. I could study at ease and I began to indulge in some extra-curricular research on cultish activities and found extra dimensions as real as a heart attack. For those of you spiritually curious, wandering in the vast desert of spiritual blindness, or worse yet, dabbling with darkness primarily through ouija boards. My advice is to believe its real and stay away because Yes, indeed, it can reach-out and touch you back.

   Now one year later after my last crash and burn incident I have returned to the palouse. After a falling out with friends and family for some short time. I returned here with a suspended licence, neck deep in debt and and old rusty bike from the 80's my father used to ride around, don't get me wrong it cleaned up nicely, I waxed and buffed and detailed this baby, it's really all I had and two wheels are better than two feet. It's still a nice bike that was top of the line $500 in the 80's when my ol' man used to ride it around Central Washington's Ellensburg Campus. So this is where I'm at. On a hot summer day in June I returned to pullman and greeted my brother bryce like a returning conqueror ready to resume where I left off. I was sleeping on his couch and biking to work 8 miles away in Moscow. The reason pertaining is I cant stand the pullman starbucks mananger. If there is a worse woman on the face of the planet I'd be hard pressed to discover it. She is like a dementor in Harry Potter that sucks all the happiness and warm feelings right out a room and leaves you feeling cold angry and bereft. Anal-micromanaging and a dislike for my habits in general led to me choosing to bike 15 miles a day than deal with her.

     After my January crisis when the chips fell for me seemingly all at once, things went south with a rapidity that amazed even me. The result was a precipitous fall with nothing but sharp objects to slow the speed of the descent. I lost my car, education, had an insurmountable allotment of traffic violations and was struggling to survive, bleary eyed and confused I returned back and worked my way back, staying at the ranch  working everyday and getting shuffled around like baggage to my destinations. It was indeed humiliating yet character building at the same time. Now, I was starting to feel like coming back here was a mistake my friend was getting targeted by the police for investigations and left pullman in a hurry I was on the streets in Pullman now with a backpack and a bike.Another friend of mine Will Aiken left for Georgia due to money constraints. Everything I had was reduced to 0. I found out a friend from washougal who I barely knew, in fact i didn't know, was in pullman. I contacted her on facebook and she offered me a an extra room with a month free of rent, it was very fortunate indeed because I was on wits end. I grabbed my bike and showed up rolling in with red khaki pants rolled up past the knee caps shirtless with sun bleached blonde hair a chain and backpack  like a bum and resided there for the month of July.

   The summer was hard hot and grueling, with no AC in the apartment I recall several instances where my roommate and me were passed out practically with frozen food packets slung over our body and faces, a fan was blowing hot air from the living room window sill where it was awkwardly perched. and we were trying to remember what reality felt like.

    Biking was always an exercise in mental endurance and intestinal fortitude. Heading up the steep incline of campus hill to the top was draining. That stretch was always the worst--biking downhill with the hard rock music blaring in my ears, the wind wisping through my hair air all while shirtless, with black khakis rolled up past my knee caps and smiling at pretty campus girls on my descent. It always brought an emotional high and I felt not a little bit like a badass Then the transition to being a hot exhausted sweaty mess after a long grueling ride in the sun back up was noteworthy. Dehydrated, lightheaded and sweaty with my dry tongue hanging out like an idiot I felt like the lone survivor in one flew over the cuckoo's nest.

   It was on one of my many bike rides downhill from campus commons apartment land that I had an accident that resonates with me today. I was on one of my emergency liquor runs with backpack in tow when I rounded the corner at too sharp of an angle the result ended in my front bike tire hitting an unforeseen rock I immediately lost control slammed into the curb and flew over the handlebars headfirst into an apt building it was like Andy Sandberg's wipeout in hot rod. I was knocked out entirely and the next thing I remember is seeing stars other than what I remember above me in the night sky, stars that shouldn't be in constellations. I got up feeling woozy. I always wondered what a knock out punch from Dwayne (the rock) Johnson might feel like, well I wondered no more. I experienced head pain off and on for the next few weeks, that's probably why I did so many stupid ill advised things. I may not act like the sharpest knife in the drawer but the cop-out was I hit my head really hard into a building. There's always a cop-out for everything right?

    Outside of the mental drain and tough arduous tasks of work, the summer consisted of meeting a good few close friends that I still keep in contact with today. CJ Johnsons and Jordon Schaeffer were two of my best friends, whenever I was going through a really hard time or just suffering from a somewhat severed bout of depression, there they were outside my apartment to pick me up equipped with helpful encouragement and a fifth of fireball. Another friend I valued was Faustino, he was from the deep rooted origins of ethiopa, actually I have no idea if that was his heritage, but he was black as coal and a great guy and solid friend, I met him after my second night in the apt. I was sleeping on an air mattress in an empty room that wasn't mine when from down below the deep bass started bumpin and hoots and hollers could be heard. Sleeping was not an option, I rolled off the matrress slid open my door a crack and witnessed my roommate walking out looking pissed. A vicious ass chewing ensued and faustino was on the receiving end of it allowed to say little. The bass immediately stopped and I decided now was my time to slide out the back door and witness the aftermath of the disturbance. I ran into faustino was was smiling and laughing when I saw him, I mean this guy was a character, we hit it off right off the bat. From that point on, we remained friends, there was alot of drama that month swirling between ,me faustino and alexus my roommate, but those memories changed me and I don't regret them at all.

    Faustino helped me out more than one time, when I was in desperate need, letting my drive his car to work after I popped a tire, picking me up after my car took a shit off the highway in a snowstorm. I owe alot to faustino. And his story was a fascinating one. A drifter like me he would tell about his many misadventures and misfortune along life's way. Being in the Navy active duty for four years he told me a good deal about the world, countries and people. Before that he was homeless in Texas after his uncle kicked him out of his place, his dad was a hardass mean-spirited and abusive alcoholic who treated him like filth. He left the house after his mom died at a young age and cobbled up enough cash to buy a motorcycle and drove to see his uncle in Texas, but soon after he was kicked out again. After a series of successive misfortunes each one as equally bad as the next he found himself in a small texas town out of breath and gas pushing his bike along. A lady on the street spotted him a couple bucks for gas money and pointed him to a homeless shelter soon after. He accepted and told me later with a smile that the homeless people he met in that shelter changed his life. They looked after each other and him, and made sure he'd find a job and be okay, said they had giant hearts and he'd never look at homeless people again the same way after that.

    After the month of July had passed and right before the onset of august we were supposed to move out, the lease only ran to the first and all was a flutter of activity, pans, pots, balnkets, boxes, furniture was in a giant upheaval. This was the last day before we were supposed to be out and Alexus was pissed and stressed as well as me, I called a U-HAUL company biked over showed them my license which still was suspended, got the truck threw my bike in back and zoomed back to the apartment. We scooped up the entire alotment of furniture and goods and over a period of several hours were completely moved out. The house we were moving to was a 3 story one, with 3 decks a hot tub and outside firepit. There were worse places to live for 325 a month I thought. The 3rd floor had a deck a view of most of the campus. One of the best views in town by a long shot.

   Summer soon transitioned to autumn. Fall is finally in the air, the changing of the leaves, crisp foggy mornings, the cool breeze hitting your face as you walk through town with a pumpkin spice latte; happiness is a rare virtue in this world but certain fragments of moments like these can put a smile back on your weary face, making you feel alive. Pumkin spice always reminds me of football and rain, it's a happy feeling; and this lil small town on the palouse would come alive on gamedays crawling with cougar fanatics, motor homes, flags, tailgate parties and BBQ's all you had to do was roll by one yell "Go Cougs" and next thing you know you had a busch light in your hand and were getting a nice juicy cooked beef patty slid onto an open faced bun. It's like magic around hear, yell go cougs to any group of 5 people on campus and chances are at least one will return it back to you.

    As September turned to October I began to feel deeply uncomfortable and restless. A friend of mine from a few years back Darien was her name had been talking to me for awhile. She moved to Oklahoma after trying to be closer to her mom, but that didn't work out so well and she got kicked out by her father in law, she went a few miles south from Oklahoma City to Lawton, as the name implies it was a lawless town, full of crime, drug, sex trafficking and organized gang violance. She found herself on the streets and got mixed up in the wrong crowd,she still had a phone though due to getting some money from the government for medical reasons. Winter was coming soon and she had contracted frost bite was feeling abandoned and severely depressed, wanting out of that scene entirely but not knowing how. She never had a job and that was not helping mattters. Now Darien had a good heart and I was wanting to do what I could to aid her.

  I hashed out a daring, strategic and risky plan to go to Oklahoma soon after. It was dense, witless, ill-fated, ill-advised and totally dumbfoundingly wreckless..Just the kind of thing I might do. It fit me perfectly. I worked extra hours and hard to get my license and insurance back, saved up some money, and after applying for online classes and dropping right before the deadline I became the beneficiary of 1,300 in grant $. I soon after left to Oklahoma after requesting 2 weeks off work. I wrote several blogs about this journey, it is wrapped in drama, high adventure, and startling life and death experiences that will leave you shaking your head that I actually pulled this off.
 
   Well I would write more but for now I am tired. To close this long rambling multi-paragraphed journal off. I am thinking I would still like to get back to school soon, either here at WSU or Ellensburg. My brother and father both went there, CWU is cheap, much flatter than here, so biking is more ideal and I am closer to places like Seattle who I have family and connections in. But with my lack of a car entirely now it adds some weight to the decision. I got pulled over on the return trip back from Seattle to Pullman after my huge adventure. I was ticketed with a DUI. It was not some of my better work. There's no real way to sugacoat it, my sleeping situation in Seattle for the night fell through and after a couple beers I thought I was good. He impounded my car and I was left outside this little itty bitty town called Cle' Elum,. He asked me if I would like to visit the jail for the night or stay outside I took the latter of the two offers. I left my blanked in the back of the car and it was freezing cold that night, about 13 degrees and I was outside a chevron station shivering afraid I was going to freeze to death, everything was shut down and I nearly did if not for a couple hand warmers I got before hand. It was one of the worst nights of my life and I paid dearly for my ill advised decision to drive. 3 more court trips back, where I had to leave at 3 am the day after my birthday with my father who wasn't pleased either to drag my ass up to the courthourse. A month later I returned for my final sentencing. This time the ol' man bought hotel reservations and was there wating when I stepped off the bus. H took me to the 'Tav' talked about his old college days and we played pool. No one in my life has ever had my back like my father. Thick or thin come hell or high water he's been there for me through it all. No matter how many times I've failed. My ol' man is a rock and tough as nails. His support has been immeasurable..

With that I will sign off for the night. Goodnight everyone

-Kyle








Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Citing quotes against the greatest modern myth


    So I have been receiving a fair amount of harsh criticism regarding my lack of citation and documentation regarding sources of scientific claims I made lately. In lieu of this criticism I wanted to share some information I unearthed giving some 3D dimensional filler to apparent abstract blueprint claims.

    Let me start by saying the name dinosaur did not even come about til 1841, before this they were commonly termed dragons meaning terrible lizards. Opposed to ancient eons and time periods spanning millions of years starting with the cretaceous period. There have been accounts of dragon sightings and slaying of these beasts described in detail throughout ancient texts by Marco Polo, Alexander the Great, and even Herodotus who is often called the father of all history. And accordingly we find soft tissue in these enormous animals. In a book labeled: Proceedings of the Royal Society: Biological Sciences we find information regarding the inner tissues of these enormous beasts. This one of a triceratops fossil stating "hollow, transparent and flexible blood vessels.The presence of soft vessels is enigmatic". (Smith 841)


    Additionally, we are finding fossils of insects such as dragonfly's whose wingspan is measure to be 3 feet in length, clearly the atmospheric conditions pre-flood were vastly different than they are today, a dragonfly of that massive proportions in this day and age could not even get off the ground. Furthermore, fossils of alligator skulls are found to be 6x as large as the dimensions of current alligator heads today. A 16 ft in length turtle fossil was also unearthed in the 19th century and now resides at the Yale University museum which is further evidence showing organisms on a whole were far larger than they are today. Many human giant bones have been documented to have been unearthed throughout eastern america by archaeologists alluded to in the NY times. Giant bones that stood 12 feet fall.  It was the 16th president of the United States Abraham Lincoln who in 1848 was quoted to have said "the eyes of that species of extinct giant whose bones fill the mounds of america have gazed on Niagara as our eyes do now"

    The current  "only" purported missing link between humans and apes is called "Lucy" a dead monkey in Africa. And what they are stating is this: that if she had "hands"which she does not, they would be human hands; also if "Lucy" had a complete skull we could further tell that it was a humanish skull. Finally, the pelvis bone if it was complete which it also is not, would show this small monkey walked upright. And really, it would not matter if it did because we see monkeys today that walk upright. You'd have an extremely hard time convincing me this is credible evidence. All we really know is "a monkey died". Nonetheless, this "Lucy" is reconstructed with missing bones now slapped on over a in thin layer of skin and appears in a museum inside a glass box like a....mud covered swamp thing, coming forth,from a late night...science flick.

  Furthermore, I wanted to bolster some claims made in regards to the inaccuracy and crude science of radiocarbon dating. Humanitarian Dr. Robert Lee stated: "No matter how useful it is the radiocarbon method is still not capable of yielding accurate and reliable results. There are gross discrepancies. The chronology is uneven and relative and the accepted dates are actually selected dates. This whole bless thing is nothing but 13th century alchemy and it all depends on which funny paper you read." He is also quoted to have said "Why do geologists and archaeologists still spend their scarce money on costly radiocarbon determinations? They do so because the occasional dates appear to be useful. While the method cannot be counted on to give good unequivocal results. The numbers do impress people and save them the trouble of thinking excessively. "Absolute" dates determined by a laboratory carry a lot of weight and are extremely helpful in bolstering weak arguments."

    In regards to the reliability of our current methods of carbon dating it was Dr. Willard Libby, not only a noble prize winner but also a contributor to the Manhatten project who stated and I quote "You read books and find statements that such and such society or archaeological site is claimed to be 20,000 years old. We learned rather abruptly that these numbers, these ancient ages are not known (speculations and imaginative guesses) ; in fact it is about the time of the first dynasty in Egypt that the last (earliest) historical date of any real significance has been established"

     I couldn't find it more appropriate to enter in to source documentation the words of Max Planck who is known as the father of quantum physics. He was quoted to have said "All matter originates and exists on earth only by the virtue of a force which brings the particles of an atom to vibration and holds this most minute solar system of the atom together. We must assume behind this force the existence of an conscious and intelligent mind."

     Now this is all credible evidence painting a far different picture than that of our current educational systems systematic way of pushing evolution. Just to give you an idea of how intricate we are made, the building blocks (or recipe) if you will, of life itself: the human DNA strand is made up of a quantum of information inside every single cell roughly comparable to 12 sets of The Encyclopedia Britannica, an amazing 384 volumes worth of detailed data. Yet their the size is only two millionths of a millimeter thick. A teaspoon of DNA has "all the information needed to build the proteins for all the species of organisms that have ever lived on the earth. Let me tell you that in our universe perpetual motion is everywhere and many of us lack even a crude understanding how complex motion is. It was Jewish nobel prize winner Neils Bohr who very famously gave us the actual model of the atom who was quoted to have said and I quote "Everything we regard as real is made of things that cannot be regarded as real" Our ‘universe’ owes it’s combined energy to something much more advanced. He also once said “I don’t know how the electrons got started spinning, and I don’t know how to stop them, do you?”

   Let me also start by saying it was the noted attorney and advocate for american Indian affairs Vine Deloria who wrote in his book titled: Holocaust of the Giants "Some of these old country and regional history books contain real gems because the people were not subjected to a rigid indoctrination of evolution and were astonished by what they found and honestly reported it".

     All of these sources show that the truth is not what many high practitioner (scientists) believe it is. With all the technology and bones, fossils and ancient text including the Bible, those who cling to evolution, do it to their demise, they are outdated and irrelevant. They will continue to lie to us. I and many others will present to them another point of view and let them decide what is science and what is a fairy tell. They call the Bible a fairy tell, while they hold to a theory that Darwin himself began to doubt. The truth is truly stranger than fiction. If you really follow the hard, outlined evidence, apply scientific methods and open your closed indoctrinated minds you'll see evolution doesn't have a monkeys leg to stand on. I could go on but in the end you're going to hold on to your belief as much as I am going to hold on to mine. The Creationists have a much better argument all around. There's a big difference between observational and historical Science. All Scientists agree on the observational side, but not on the historical because we weren't there. So the nonsense perpetrated about of billions of years by mans measuring standards, just doesn't hold water. The very fact that Evolutionists believe that by sheer numbers they have validity over Scientists who stand across the floor from them is the epitome of arrogance. What do you think the Creationists have been doing all along, if not also studying their craft for years on end? Their arguments just make so much more sense. The sheer number of complex organisms on our planet running and working in perfect motion together could not just have been born out of random forces in some primordial soup. Complexity of this level could have only come about from an Intelligent Designer. The logic of the human mind simply points in that direction.













Friday, February 6, 2015

Why evolution is as ridiculous as it sounds

  
    There is no topic throughout all of science itself that stirs more little emotions and feelings as well as political agenda's than the topic of evolution. Slip-short lunch box answers to the very questions that matter most. The same questions one would ask if they woke up in a ditch: who am I? where did I come from? what happens next? I believe we all have a right to look at the data ourselves and make our own decisions without having the so-called experts, or scientists telling you we all came from apes with startling research now showing we may in fact have come from monkeys who inbred with aliens. The definition of insanity is doing the same things over and over again expecting different results. I believe the same can be attributed to a faulty belief system. The more you research, the more you will find that the universe is far more complex than our feeble minds could ever entirely wrap our brains around. Starting with mathematical improbability-- odds of over 1^10 to the 50th power are considered "impossible" by statisticians. The odds of a single bacteria forming from pre-existing ooze, have been estimated to be at least 1 in 10 to the 3970th power. It reminds me of that Jim Carrie Movie; where Jim's dumber character asks a beautiful lady what she thinks the odds are of the two of them getting together. She replies not a little sarcastically "about a million to one" (hugging himself) "So you're telling me there's a chance?!" 

   Science is finding that there is a language, a language similar to human languages, which is embedded in every living thing, and it gives very intricate instructions to the cell concerning, reproduction, cell growth, formation, the exact timing of these processes and everything else concerning the cell. Now, with the discovery of what the DNA code is all about, the complexity of the cell, and the fact that information is something vastly different from matter and energy, it's a bullet evolution can no longer dodge. Bill Gates even commented that "DNA is like a software program, only much more complex than anything we've ever devised." It is proof that someone with infinitely higher technical ability than ourselves, is responsible for implanting a DNA message into the cell of everything alive. When Darwin began proving his idea that the world could be explained by naturalistic means, the view of the cell was that it was as simple as a Hostess Ho Ho; chocolate icing on the outside, chocolate cake on the inside and a creamy filling. A thing that might arise by accident --either the single cell or the HO HO. 

    In 2006 archaeologists were floored; mesmerized by the discovery of the first hybrid human-ape bones in archaeological history. They found it, they've done it. This is the missing link. They termed her "Lucy".....Now, out of hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of thousands of years of transitions....bones that should exist, we've got one dead monkey in the middle of Africa? Okay fine, lets look at one dead monkey---the knee bone came from a mile away, and I'm not making that up just because I think its ridiculous, this is how we're dating things this is how we're putting together our reconstructions, I got a no hands, no feet dead monkey that came from a mile away, and in the middle of Africa and this is science and I got this in a golden box like the light of the glory of God should come out, because this is our evidence, that for millions of years of transitions? you've got to be absolutely out of your mind. However, lets regress. Based on what science is telling us and what we do know; the prototype within the genomes does not change; it can make a big dog, it can make a fluffy dog, it can make a chihuahua, it can make a great dane, but what it cannot make is a turtle. Macro evolution is, and has been completely unobservable...this is why you are seeing scientists manipulating data and spreading it out into millions of years, the catalyst is time, and lots of it. Also, space, surely n it's immense vastness certainly the probability for intelligent life exists? When we are talking billions and billions of light years and stars combined with solar systems, true, but that doesn't mathematically account for biological life, and a single cell under the right conditions even defying the odds, is just a single cell. We have multi-universe theorists out there who think elvis is still alive in another universe, I mean, look it up, I'm not just saying this, maybe he is right now? belting "I'm just a hunk of burning love!" and we're missing it because we're in the wrong universe. Now, back to the cell, If macro evolution is objectively unobservable then we need lots of space and time and  to create a version of cultural justification to suit your own subjective version for your identity. Micro evolution is the only objective observation that lends to analysis for genetic mutation within the genome. Now anytime you have "copies upon copies" of anything--as in a photo-copier machine--you will have distortion, defects will begin to magnify and the product will never be the same quality as the original prototype as we are seeing in the DNA molecules of the genetic world today

     Bill Nye and Ken Ham had a debate last February on  the validity of Creationalism vs. Evolution. I wanted to share some of the erroneous points Nye made. Now without further adieu, let us plunge on into the reasons Mr. Nye gave for the validity of evolutionary processes. Nye's points for an old earth are as follows: He claimed that there are trees older than a biblical timeframe allows for, alluding to the Old Tjikko tree in Swedan which he claims to have been 9,550 years old. He mentions dendrochronology: (a method of counting the tree rings to determine a trees age) yet, you will also find many secular textbooks alluding to the 'joshua tree' as the world’s oldest tree which lives 10,000 feet above sea level in the Inyo National Forest, Calif. at 4,700 years old. Once again Nye should have done more research, because the age of this "Tjikko Tree" was not calculated by counting tree rings as he said but through the very unreliable methods of carbon dating of the root system. A quick google search will allude to this.   Even if Nye was correct dendrochronoly is a very crude and not exact science where there can allow for more than 1 growth ring per year, further planting his stance as an unstable one. 

    Another point Nye made was an ice core that was procured after drilling into the Antarctic continent. Based on the strata of thawed ice it was dated to 680,000 years. For one, unless you were a penquin/polar bear you would have no idea how many times in a year the ice thawed and refroze, but for precision purposes I can describe how this occurred, I won't go into O16 and O18  isotopes; but essentially the supposed annual layers in the middle and lower portions of the core are subannual layers, In Nye's scenario, ice sheet layers would remain relatively the same over several million years. But, based on a Flood–Ice Age model, assuming significant post flood climate instability, rapid accumulation of snow and ice incorporating warm oceans, cooling continents and high levels of atmospheric particulates from volcanic activity, annual ice layers would be on the order of meters toward the bottom allowing for hundreds of layers.. So they manage to ‘squeak out’ 680,000 years of ‘annual’ cycles by using several narrow parameters. However, the cycles can be produced by subannual oscillations. Thus, the creationist young-Earth model, including a rapid ice age, is just as viable if not more so.

     In addition to this, Nye pointed to thick limestone strata, formed through compaction of dead marine organisms in the grand canyon that radiometric dating techniques have measured to be 1.5 billion years old as further proof of evolutionary processes. Yet as Ham put it the fossil records show “billions of dead sea creatures buried in large, quickly compacted piles globally" If you aren't convinced based on that vague blanket sweep of a statement due to scientific dating methodology, please note, they measured sandstone strata with radiometric dating techniques in this same canyon to be 1.5 billion years old and the layer above to be 500 million years old, okay, there is 1 billion years of sedimentation separating 2 rock layers right on top of ea other? This isn't even a fault line where new sand could be thrust up.I'm just...I need more years, that is a lot of crude guesswork.. just an attempt to wrap my mind around the pinpoint accuracy of radiometric dating. Furthermore Dinosaur bones are found alongside all kinds of human bones in the fossil record, as well as, thousands of trees (pyrostrata fossils) standing erect through claimed millions of years of strata all over the place, under the ground, on the planet Earth….(erm) Evolutionists try to explain it with, “We don’t know yet, but we KNOW it WASN’T the result of a catastrophic global flood!” (In other words, we know we sound stupid, so we’ll just stop making up stuff, but were not going to yield and admit that there could have been a great flood. If these strata represent billions of years, how did all the trees around the globe survive long enough (without rotting) to mysteriously stand up while claimed millions of years of strata built up around them? Mr Nye also gave a shoot-from-the-hip explanation for something Ken Ham brought up. After Ham described a basalt flow enclosed some woody material, the basalt had an age of something like 45 million years, while the incased organic material gave a carbon-14 age of approx 40,000 years. Nye suggested that this could be explained by thrust faulting, where one layer slid horizontally over another, one would not invoke thrust faulting without good field evidence. There are better explanations for such situations. I shoot from the hip sometimes, and often it does not go well.

    Lastly, seashells have been discovered in the upper regions of Mt Everest. Human thigh bones measuring 5 ft in length are being unearthed in Asia, evolutionist are turning a blind eye to these discoveries as the presence of 'giant' bones is in-congruent with evolutionary systems of thought. Unexplained technological findings are now being found buried deep below the Mediterranean sea ground, indicating mankind had once achieved a level of technology beyond what we have achieved today. Think about this, if mankind lived for hundreds of years back then, they were smarter than we are having been but a few generations from perfection (Adam and Eve), when you have copies upon copies upon copies of something, in this case human reproduction and the DNA strand, the copies are going to appear less perfect than the original archetype. For example, a photo copy is going to appear less clear than the original, which is what we are seeing with the human species. They would've been developing a technology not dependent on fossil fuel (which was not formed until after the flood) the reason fossil fuel is so prevalent today is due to large amounts of biological matter being squished under intense pressure--in this case a global flood. you can break it down chemically and find out oil is the product of highly pressurized organic matter. Belief in evolution is a remarkable phenomenon. It is a belief passionately defended by the scientific establishment, despite the lack of any observable empiricle evidence... Macroevolution would be neccessary (that is, evolution from one distinct kind of organism into another). If we hold to science and archaeology to form our opinions on the age of the earth shouldn't we hold to the majority of the evidence which all points to flood like strata and proof of a young earth as paramount? No, of course not that would be too logical. 
Geneticists have often experimented on fruit flies and other rapidly reproducing species to induce mutational changes hoping they would lead to new and better species, but these have all failed to accomplish their goal. No truly new species has ever been produced. One refuge is time--vasts amount of it. This appeal to time is supposed to solve all the logical problems new discoveries present. They have no concept of impossible--no matter how high the odds, they believe that they can be overcome it. As Bill Nye said "With human ingenuity and engineering nothing is impossible"

     Another example I want to bring forth is when Nye mentioned the earth is a not a closed system which means it is exempt from the 2nd law of thermodynamics that states in a closed system "entropy increases" basically which means things tend from order to disorder. yet he says the earth is an "open system" okay... where is the evidence for this? In my view its both but according to thermodynamics, a closed system can exchange energy (as heat or work) but not matter, with its surroundings. Sunlight is energy not matter, in this regard the earth would be a closed system, the whole universe would be actually because observably we are sensing that yes things deteriorate over time, contrary to evolution where we're becoming more sophisticated and "self aware" I smile because its funny, you have to be pretty ignorant and narrow minded to refute that we are losing genetic material as well as species by the thousands every few years, this is so in-your-face-simple: But... for the fun of it , lets pretend it wasn't. I'll humor you. Everything deteriorates over time.. Every single area of science confirms this basic observable fact and the only "group" that "ignores" that is, coincidentally, those pushing evolution. After making it clear that life cannot form by chance, Nye adds yet another "power support" to the long list of futile Darwinism ideas by saying that "everything is the work of natural selection. Okay Natural selection means the survival of those individuals best suited to the natural conditions around them. In a herd of gazelle menaced by lions, the fastest running gazelle will survive. But the survival of the fastest gazelle does not mean that they will subsequently turn into a different species, "cheetahs" for instance. Natural selection merely weeds out sickly, weak or crippled individuals, or those in the group that have failed to adapt to their surroundings. It cannot create new species, new genetic information or new organs. There is no logical explanation for the creation in matter rooted anywhere other than a big explosion, and where in our history has chaotic explosion initiated order? 

Help me understand, well we split an atom once, look at hiroshima and nagasaki..I applaud you all, so much order came from that:). A Boeing 747 getting made by a hurricane is an extremely poor example but its analogous to evolution....and a single cell makes a clunky airplane look like sheer foolishness..... And, going a step further, a DNA strand makes the software NASA uses to get a rocket to Mars look like primitive cave scribbles.....And this is with everything deteriorating, even language itself is getting weaker.... just like the genetics in our bodies are declining..... the genetics which are coordinating every cell, every system, and every organ in your entire body (all accidentally of course), time just does that kind of thing. "Well all you really need is rocks, water & time and you get people....Correct? And, they also come out male & female with parts they need to make babies (that's a neat trick). Consider me not convinced 

Sincerely,  -Kyle