Liar.
The entire point of this website is batting disagreements back and forth and that's exactly what used to take place here and I spent countless hours debating people that I had strong disagreements with. I've had discussions that lasted for literally years because both sides responded to the points made on both sides. That does not happen here any longer. Not to any significant degree and this thread is a perfect example of it. It's just fear mongering and stupidity being stated and repeated by one side while the other offers actual arguments in response that get mostly ignored entirely and when they do get acknowledged at all, the response is merely a repetition of what has already been rebutted.
Here's how the typical TOL "discussion" goes...
marke (or other idiot): "I'm scared that my neighbors' horse is going to fly into my daughter's bedroom and eat all her draperies in the middle of the night."
Clete: "Umm, marke, horses do not fly and they don't eat draperies."
marke: "It's possible!"
Clete: "No, marke, it isn't. Horses weight about a thousand pounds. They cannot fly!"
marke: "Someone I know told me that his horse ate his draperies."
Clete: "So, because one horse that you've only heard about eating draperies but have never actually witnessed doing so, you're convinced that another horse is so hungry for your daughter's drapes that he's going to spout wings and fly, at night, into your daughter's room just to eat her draperies?"
marke: "I never said it would spout wings. Stop putting words in my mouth. I'm just saying that it's possible and I'm not taking any chances!"
Clete: "How is it possible, marke? Explain how a thousand pound wingless horse is going to fly (in the dark of night no less)! Please, by all means, explain it to me!"
No response.
A day or two days later....
Marke: "I saw that horse looking at my house yesterday. I have a feeling its going to fly into my daughter's room for those drapes at any moment!"
Lather, rinse, repeat.
Waste of time. Even this post was a waste of my time. Old habits die hard, I suppose.
Clete