Hitler, Darwin and the Sasquatch
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Once every generation, human kind is introduced to a truth so self-evident, we are left pounding the sides of our heads with large slabs of salami, wondering aloud how we did not see the truth much earlier. Such is the case with the first few chapters of Eugene Windchy's book, "The End of Darwinism."
His chapter tying Darwin to Adolph Hitler, Karl Marx, and Joseph Stalin was as well argued as anything I've seen since Art Bell first proposed his theory that sasquatch are biological androids built by draco-reptillian aliens bent on eating our gonadial tissues.
That said, I wish had Windchy taken a little more time and tied Darwin to someone even more evil, say, Perez Hilton, or perhaps the Octomom. But that's minor quibble. Hitler serves the author's purpose well enough. Octomom would be just gilding the shamwow.
Unfortunately, that's as good as this book gets. And that's sad, because it could have been so much more if he'd gone that extra step and exposed the evolutionists for the purveyors of sexual perversion they are.
Sure, he's not the only creationist whose failed to expose the evolutionists' depraved agenda. Read my other reviews and you'll see me taking other authors to task for this same thing. But, you'd think that someone who did such a great job exposing Stalin's love affair with Darwin would notice that biologists are trying exploit "our ancestral ties to animals" to seduce us into a living the modern bonobo lifestyle-- a lifestyle of peace where every argument is settled with a fluid-flinging round of hot ape thingy fencing, tongue spelunking, or wang swallowing. That, my friends, is un-American!
Or, worse yet,they want us to emulate the giraffe, where the male is forced to gargle the female's urine before he engages in the procreative act. That is not the kind of world I want for myself. And it's definitely not the kind of world I want for our children. I'll be damned if I'm going to sit quietly while good well-meaning Christian authors ignore any evolutionist plot to get us to gargle our wives' urine.
That is why I can only give this book 4 stars.