When I arrived at Shklovsky’s garage, I found my car in parts: The brakes, the clutch, the wheel discs, the cam shaft, the gearbox, and the exhaust all laid out on the greasy floor like excavated dinosaur bones. ‘Jesus Shklovsky!’ I said. ‘What the hell have you done to my car?’ Shklovsky held a piston … More Shklovsky’s Garage.
Professor Dawkins, what will you say? Standing before Him on Judgement day. Will you squirm and squeal and solicit for your soul? Will you plead for His mercy before you’re cast into the hole? At that time you will know much confusion. You’ll be shown your life and you’ll see your Delusion. Pleading, ‘please not … More Professor Dawkins you Have (hate) Mail.