Creationism, the American founding, and individual rights.

May 27, 2026. Introduction.

The Declaration famously says that we are endowed by our Creator with certain inalienable rights.

Like many famous things, this one tends to roll over the

surface of our brains when it actually needs to burrow deep down into the very center of our brains,

and from there into our hearts. Work with me for a minute and italicize creator. The American founding

was a creationist event, and precisely because it was a creationist event, we have enjoyed a truly solid foundation for the blessings of liberty.

Although they are obviously under assault, we will continue to enjoy them just so long as a memory of our creator does not vanish completely.

If and when that happens, other things will most certainly vanish along with it.

Just so we know where we are.

Speaking of creationism, you may have guessed this from the opening, or perhaps you have visited this blog before, and have noticed that from time to time, I subject the whole idea of evolution to withering scorn. As Malcolm Muggridge once put it, in retrospect, evolution will be seen to have been one of the great jokes of history, and with this sentiment, I am in Hardy Agreement. And I don't just think that the idea is erroneous here and there. I think it is a howler from start to finish. To make matters worse, I'm a young Earth creationist. On top of that, I am what might be called a blammo creationist. God spoke, and here we all are. When devotees of big science start telling me what happened in the first two seconds

after the Big Bang, my eyes rolled back in my head and I started biting the sides of my tongue

to keep me from saying anything imprudent, untoward, or unkind. I don't want to lose any more friends than I

already have. I know, I know. The learned observed me and my thinking powers with disdain. There I am,

in my nightmare, standing in front of their inquisitional mahogany table, the knees of my trousers all baggy and my shirt partly untucked, and a bit of grime on my face and my hands all sweaty and grubby. So, Dr. Corn Pohn, we have come to understand that you don't believe in evolution. Would you care to give an account of yourself? And all of a

sudden, even in that hot mess of a pepperoni dream, I feel a lot better. You mean like evidence?

Of course we mean evidence. What else did you think we might mean? Ah, very good then. Here we go.

The falcons eye, the suction cups on the octopus, the lactation cycles of mammals,

mandelbrot sets, hummingbird hearts, the

hinder parts of the lightning bug, the navigational abilities of honeybees, the way two random

objects in the sky, the sun and the moon can stack on top of one another like they were

a couple of quarters, long-legged herons, the way a Joey gets into the kangaroos pouch, the

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