The James Zadroga 9/11 Health and Compensation Act was defeated late on the evening of Thursday, July 29th. The bill would have provided $7.4 billion in aide to those who were made sick by the toxic debris of the September 11th attacks.
Worried about potential GOP amendments to the bill, Democrats decided to suspend the rules before the consideration of the bill, which also changed the required number of votes from a simple majority to a two-thirds majority in order for the bill to pass. This led to Republicans voting ‘No’ at an overwhelming clip to a bill that would have provided health care to those affected by the 9/11 attacks. And collectively America sighs.
This procedural faux pas has Rep. Anthony Weiner (D-NY) pissed off.
And he will not yield.
Sources: 1, 2
I’m not exactly sure when I first remember hearing about this whack job, but it was within the span of a few years ago. The first thing I remember hearing about this guy is that he tried to claim bankruptcy, didn’t file his tax returns properly, and stated that his motivation for claiming that he wasn’t a United States Citizen and had no income or possessions was because everything he owned belonged to God.
That’s a little glimpse of the mental capacity of the man in the title.
Typically (sadly) this wouldn’t strike me as anything more crazy than I’d hear on an average day on the news. However, what captured my attention and I found particularly agitating was the fact that this man had his PhD. “Why does this bother you so?” you might ask. Well, it’s because someday I’d like to have my PhD (or at least my EdD), and this ass-clown is really devaluing the worth of a doctorate.
I’m sure by now you’re wondering how this one person could single-handedly destroy the value of the most prestigious academic achievement mankind has to offer. In order to better understand this, let’s dig a little bit deeper into the life of this big, dumb man-child and see what comes about. **Brace yourselves for large bouts of laughter, followed by immediate feelings of nausea and remorse, please.**
“Dr.” Kent Hovind completed his bachelor of religious education degree at Midwestern Baptist College in Pontiac, Michigan in 1974. He was awarded his Master’s degree in 1988 from Patriot University in Colorado Springs. By 1989 he founded the Creation Science Evangelism Ministry and by 1991 had earned a “doctorate” in Christian Education from Patriot University as well. Now the problem with all of these degrees that Kent was earning was that Patriot University was (and is still) a non-accredited university (accreditation is an award given to universities that prove the quality of their education through all kinds of different, rigorous measures. My alma mater is NCATE accredited, for example). It may be misleading if you go to their website, however, because they claim that they’re accredited, just not by the ‘government.’ It’s accredited by God. Unfortunately for the graduates from Hillbilly U., God’s signature of accreditation is worth about as much as accreditation from Santa Claus.
Now, onto some other points of interest in Hovi’s life. Don’t worry, we’ll get back to his academic credentials in a hot minute.
For now though, let’s move onto another facet. A little place I like to call…
- Dinosaurs! Adventures! All in the comfort of this creepy guy’s backyard!
Kent is also the creator of Dinosaur Adventure Land (DAL), a theme park based on creationism located behind his house in Pensacola, Florida. Yes, he’s serious. Read a little bit about Dinosaur Adventure Land here and try not to pee your pants as you giggle. Learn about dinosaurs, principles of science, and even how to make a paper airplane that can fly over 300 feet! Wow! I’m really excited about the paper airplane! I hope the Tyrannosaurus Rex teaches me how to make it! How this swindler made enough money to build a theme park in his backyard is well beyond me. Parents, this is precisely why you don’t tell your kids growing up that they can do anything. Because some of them may actually try. And then be successful.
If you’ve already booked your flight to Florida to visit Dinosaur Adventure Land, however, you may want to check and see if you can get some vouchers for those tickets; DAL is closed indefinitely due to Kent’s federal tax evasion charges. Oh, and also because he didn’t obtain a building permit from the city of Pensacola before he built an amusement park in his backyard. There were 58 tax-related charges levied against him before he decided that he needed to try and save DAL for the children by deeding his theme park to his brother, Eric Hovind, and his equally zany partner in crime, Glen Stoll. Unfortunately, that’s illegal and is considered tax evasion. You don’t get points for trying and all you probably did was piss the federal government off more. They just want to seize your assets, Kent. And The Man gets what The Man wants. Unlike your god.
- “Ahh, first ones here! And you know why? ‘Cause we’re the Griswalds!”
Now, all of this wackiness isn’t really even what irks me the most about the guy; the federal charges, using God as an excuse as to why he didn’t file his taxes, the zany theme park he built for himself in his backyard (that does kind of bug me, actually. What a waste of money). What does bother me, however, is that this man refers to himself as “Dr. Hovind”, or, on his crazy-ass website, as “Dr. Dino”. I’d like to preface what I’m about to show you with just how hard earning a PhD should be.
In a nutshell, on top of the coursework required by the university you attend, in order to obtain a PhD you have to create an original piece of academic research. Along the way you submit pieces of this research to publications so that, basically, everyone can bash it and you can see how well it holds up to the criticism of other professionals in the field. The peer review process is absolutely brutal, but necessary, to ensure the legitimacy of the research. After years of research, writing, rewriting, repeating, you submit your final thesis to be reviewed by a counsel that determines whether its an original, acceptable body of research or not.
I’ve seen this process bring some of the smartest, motivated people I’ve ever met to their metaphorical knees. But in the end, the collection of work submitted is (or should be) immense, compelling, and influential.
My interest was piqued about this crazy bastard and what kind of crazy, genius sociopath he was. I had built him up to ‘Brain’ status from the Warner Bros. ‘Animaniacs’. Simply diabolical. How else could he get away with the shit that he got away with for so long?
- I had built Kent Hovind up to this status in my head.
After reading his dissertation, I will tell you how:
People are dumb.
I tried to read Hovind’s work, but it’s like a dammed Shakespearean tragedy. I laughed. I cried. Eventually I just wanted to give up and read the cliff notes. If you’d like, you can check out his dissertation right here.
If you’re not feeling overly ambitious about reading some terribly written bullshit, let me give you the abridged version. “Dr.” Hovind’s doctoral dissertation begins as follows:
Hello, my name is Kent Hovind. I am a creation/science evangelist. I live in Pensacola, Florida. I have been a high school science teacher since 1976.
Holy shit. I feel like he just introduced himself at a speed dating convention. After suffering through minutes of that man’s work, I value his doctoral status less than Dr. Seuss, Dr. Dre, and Dr. Pepper. All of whom I think are more qualified to lecture to anyone about anything more than Kent Hovind. At least Doctors Seuss and Dre are fun to listen to. Hovind writes like a dammed fourth grader.
I will be quick to point out that “there is nothing new under the sun” Most of my ideas are the result of the input of hundreds of Godly men and women through the years.
God dammit. I may wretch on myself.
I’m glad you’re admittedly writing your dissertation about nothing new. That should really help advance the field of whatever the hell it is you’re rambling on about for pages and pages and pages.
Hovind is a charlatan of the worst caliber. A stupid one. A man trying to sell ketchup popsicles to as many ladies wearing white gloves as he can. And then he has a stash of white gloves waiting in the wings. And the ladies can see them. But they still buy the popsicles anyways. I would probably be a little less frightened if I thought this lunatic didn’t actually believe in the shit that he does, but I have a sneaky suspicion that he thinks the Earth is only 4,000 years old and that Jesus rode on dinosaurs while he was helping the blind to see again.
Yep. He’s definitely one of those guys. One of my favorite parts in that video has to be when he references a leviathan.
“Now what on earth is a leviathan?” he asks.
Hopefully you’re not wondering the same thing, because he answers his own question by saying, “I think leviathan is probably Tyrannosaurus Rex. I don’t know. I can’t prove this. But I’ve read it many times and it seems to fit and it may or may not be right, but I’m preaching tonight so for tonight it’s Tyrannosaurus Rex.”
He does, however, digress into some interesting facts about T-Rexes though. And I have to admit, they sound pretty awesome. I hope he can make up some more shit about dinosaurs in the Bible. In fact, from now on, let’s just call dinosaurs ‘leviathans’ instead! Then, I’ll go catch a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow and sleep with my 75 virgins waiting for me after I save the Easter Bunny from the deadly clutches of Frankenstein’s monster.
Of course I can’t prove any of that is actually possible.
Thanks for diluting the field, Kent. After listening to his pointless story about how his mom drug him behind their vehicle on his bike using a rope, I guess I kind of get an idea of the gene pool his family swims in. I hope you enjoy prison, you dick.