I’ve observed creationists post even more cretinous bilge than this in my time. Over at the dreaded Farcebook, last night I had one specimen dismiss my exposition on why palaeomagnetism destroys creationist lies and fantasies, with a level of gibberish that would have caused me and my fellow pupils to point and laugh at the age of 11.
Never underestimate the stupidity of mythology fanboys. The ones who think they’re being clever usually manage to dress up their lies and ignorance in at least some raiment of apologetic effort, or else head to the usual duplicitous outlets for ready-made and recognisable copy-paste garbage.
The sincere ones frequently demonstrate that they have cognitive functioning beneath that of the bacteria in my aquarium gravel, a phenomenon I’ve seen exhibited in especially florid manner among certain subsets. Such as naive homeschooled specimens who never exerted the effort to learn anything of substance themselves, but instead simply spooned up whatever ideological gruel they were fed in woefully complacent and indolent fashion.
Frequently the aetiology is to be found in those who spent their lives insulated from both ideas and serious life challenges. Such as early teens raised in closeted fundamentalist enclaves, that haven’t yet hit puberty and, for example, have yet to discover that they don’t conform to anachronistic and Palaeolithic gender stereotypes. Or decrepit specimens who never left the insular Sundowner Town they were born in, and derive their “news” from AM radio and the TV network run by the local “pastor”.