|A creepy, primitive, frightening reptilian predator, posing|
with an animatronic velociraptor.
Science, you see, with its tedious and tiresome habit of teasing out facts about the universe that contradict his beloved tome of Bronze Age desert nomad scribblings, was simply a bridge too far for poor Ken. He took on the daunting task of arresting human progress, gathered donations from his flock of equally feeble - minded simpletons, and erected a state-of-the-art, multimillion dollar, fully interactive monument to ignorance in sunny Kentucky.
|Prepare to go backwards... not in time, but in the mind.|
|The Flintstones was daddy's favorite|
Anything that conflicts with Ken Ham's one and only bedside book--or, at least, his interpretation thereof--cannot be true, and he's not above the cynical misappropriation of scientific language, lies, and outright child indoctrination, to prove it. The village idiot can be entertaining, but the village idiot with a multimillion dollar budget can be downright dangerous. The Creation Museum is YEC (Young Earth Creationist) agitprop disguised as an educational family attraction. Ham wants to open your childs' skulls, and take a big, steaming dogma dump on their impressionable brains. The malevolent hobgoblin from Down Under is here to stay and, like a less charming version of Firefly's Captain Mal Reynolds, he aims to misbehave.