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Did you see the Thanksgiving games this year? Tennessee at Detroit - which could easily be winless against lossless - and then Seattle at Dallas. Listen, I said this a couple of years ago and I got yelled at by everybody, but I will say it again and I will stand by it: The Detroit thing on Thanksgiving has got to end. Thanksgiving is the hardest day of the year for most of us in America. You’ve got to deal with your whole family, you’re sitting there on Xanax all day long, it’s insane. You have to deal with every insane relative you’ve ever had. It’s the worst day of the year! It’s horrid. Try coming to my house. So, the point is, you’re sitting there, drinking yourself into an alcoholic stupor, Golic is unbuckling his pants, sitting down to his Thanksgiving feast: can we have a decent game? Has Detroit been good this half-century??!? … The point of it is this: Do you look forward to football on Thanksgiving? Would it be nice if we didn’t get stuck with the Lions every single year? I apologize to [coach] Rod Marinelli, who gets offended whenever you mention anything, but they’re horrible, and they have been horrible forever! It’s a lousy tradition! We have a lot of traditions in this country we need to change: that’s the first! That’s the first thing I’d like to enact: it’s enough with the Lions on Thanksgiving. Enough!

The world either breaks the heart or turns it to stone.

In this next election, we’ve got to choose between the 21st century rationalism and Dark Age inanity. It ought to be an easy choice.

If, by the time you’re old enough to sit through a movie, you haven’t heard that smoking is bad for you, you don’t need a movie rating, you need a foster home.

The people who want English to be the official language of the United States are uncomfortable with their leaders being fluent in it.

What frightens me most is that Palin got up and lied and said nothing of substance, and people are so distracted by the fact that she has breasts that the lies were allowed to slide by. This is how the Democrats can self-destruct, once again.

Bishops can move diagonally, but if they touch a pawn, the pawn’s not allowed to tell. But suddenly the pawn doesn’t do as well in school.

I will shoot you with my anti-banter gun.

Here, this is the complete curriculum for the intelligent design part of the syllabus:

A magic man done it.

There, finished! There are no experiments that need to be summarized, no details that need to be explored, no complicated mechanisms that need to be explicated. Parents can exhaustively cover the subject in a moment or two some evening, or perhaps Mom could could scribble it down on a note in her child’s lunch. If they’re ambitious, they could send them off to a Sunday School, which might be taxed by the sudden increase in difficulty over the usual pap they dispense, but they’ll cope, perhaps by dumbing it down a little more.

A skeptic is one who prefers beliefs and conclusions that are reliable and valid to ones that are comforting or convenient, and therefore rigorously and openly applies the methods of science and reason to all empirical claims, especially their own. A skeptic provisionally proportions acceptance of any claim to valid logic and a fair and thorough assessment of available evidence, and studies the pitfalls of human reason and the mechanisms of deception so as to avoid being deceived by others or themselves. Skepticism values method over any particular conclusion.