The American Spectator

I appreciate Hal Colebatch’s thoughtful take on evolution, but it is weak. Evolution comes in two categories macro and micro.

Microevolution is changes within a species and this is accepted and noncontroversial. Macroevolution is something coming from nothing and one species changing into another. There is no scientific evidence for this and belief in macroevolution is religion. It is the foundation of the atheist faith. The Darwinists start out talking macro, but quickly bait and switch to micro — always!

DNA is a huge encyclopedia written in the cell. Encyclopedias cannot evolve. A cascade is a series of events in which every step requires the step before it.

Blood clotting is a cascade that consists of a series of over 100 events. Cascades cannot evolve. There are millions of cascades in our universe!

It is ridiculously easy with the Internet and the many books and magazines available to get beyond Darwinism!

Your magazine has printed some excellent articles on the subject of evolution by Tom Bethell and Bethell has written The Politically Incorrect Guide to Science and Ben Stein has made a DVD entitled Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed. I would add for starters “In the Beginning was Information” by Dr. Werner Gitt and In Six Days: Why 50 Scientists Believe in Creation.

Of course, the science of intelligent design does not need the Bible. Science itself requires intelligent design. It’s time to lift up the rug and stop believing in the myths needed by the destroyers. Hitler/Goebbels “Make the lie big enough and tell it often enough and many will believe it.” We live it everyday!
— Sandra Usher
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

NICE DOG
Re: Jed Babbin’s The Labrador Doctrine:

The amazing thing about dog stories is no matter how bad your day you always can find a smile while reading dog stories. Thank you, Mr. Babbin, for your dog stories today. I needed one. It has been a long hot summer in Texas and the drought has flat worn us ranchers out. Along with a drought that resembles the 1950s drought in which I was born, we had to sell many cows, as grass is in short supply and making hay for this winter was a dismal effort at best. Accompanied with the searing hot dry days was the fact our pilot son is gone to the war zone for his 11^th tour of war. He left his lovely family, a wife and two daughters and a baby (sex unknown) due in December, to go do what he trained to do. He longed since boyhood to fly for the Air Force, and he is living out his dream and duty.

So, here from E. Texas, where we are on our knees praying for that 30% chance for rain today to materialize, thank you for your dog stories. It really made this old rancher smile, and that is a good way to begin my day.
—
B. Gunn

THE BEST
Re: Quin Hillyer’s Half-Developed Thoughts:

I couldn’t agree more with your sentiments regarding the Manning family. As fifth graders, we snuck our AM radios into class (St. Martin’s) to listen to the NFL draft (back when it was on a work day and naturally pre-ESPN) and celebrated when we selected Archie. Later I worked at a local sporting good store that would have prominent Saints come in for a “meet and greet” and got to know the Mannings over the years, even “baby sitting,” i.e. entertaining Peyton while his dad signed autographs. As long as there was a fan in line, Archie had the pen ready. 

Especially compared to today’s stars, the Mannings are in a class to themselves. We’re lucky to have had them be a part of our lives.

Thanks for attention to one on the true “good guys.”
— Jay Adema

Quin Hillyer replies: I thank Mr. Adema for his testimonial to the Mannings. Such stories are legion. Wherever there was a civic need to be met in New Orleans, the Mannings — parents and children — have been there for four decades now. One remembers how Peyton and Eli, on their own, organized an airplane full of needed household supplies just days after Hurricane Katrina and delivered them to displaced New Orleanians. Or the times elder brother Cooper and Peyton, rather than acting like high school BMOCs, would make sure to sit in the front row and even lead cheers for their school’s volleyball team to make sure the girls got the support they deserved. Class acts indeed.