William Smith, his white shirt unlaced to show the bronzed
muscular body it barely covered, pondered the rocks.

"Dig here, Lads"

His commanding voice rang out across the assmbled crowd of thugs
and cutthroats, every one a devoted evilutionist intent on
overthrowing true Christianity (TM).

"We'll bury them here".

The foundries and factories had been working at full capacity for
years, manufacturing exquisitely detailed ammonites, graptolites
and molluscs by the million. The funds of the evilutionists were
vast, and they had not spared any detail in their dastardly plot.
Smith laughed. His voice carrying the distillation of years of
corruption and depravity, yet holding the seductive resonance
which had allowed him to sow the seeds of his depraved religion
in the minds of his followers. The woman by his side laughed with
him, her breasts heaving under the flimsy blouse she was wearing,
her lusciousc bodya constant tempation to the proud, God-fearing
men Smith was going to corrupt. Those whom he could not decieve
with his faked evidence he could bring down with the tempations
of the flesh. The pretty young man behind him, his pockets
bulging with cocaine, was there for those whose tastes ran
....otherwise.

This was to be his triumph. The years devoted to the task of
corrupting the minds of scientists, the gathering of funds using
any device no matter how degraded, the blackmail and theft, all
came together in this time and place.

He was going to rebuild England.

Not just morally - that task was well under way, and the seeds he
had sown were bearing rich fruit in the minds of naive clergymen
and doctors of medicine all over that fair land. He was going to
rebuild the physical geology of the country stone by stone.

Already he and his henchmen has systematically destroyed
countless evidences which showed beyond doubt that the earth was
created a few thousand years previously. The remains of the
wooden ark which by pure chance had been found in Dorset had been
consigned to the fire, as a hellish sacrifice to his true master.
The numerous artefacts of the highly advanced technological
cvilisation which had the knowledge to build such a structure had
been destroyed, the metal consigned to vast furnances, and the
molten remenants recast as the ammonites which would be used as a
device to prove to the minds of the naive his hideous lies.

The massive work was undertaken in secret. Mile upon mile of
God's created landscape was excavated, and relaid with numerous
fossils cunningly placed in the order he had devised to support
the doctrine of Evolution. This doctrine had not yet been
formulated, but in his black heart he knew that it would come in
due time. Planning was intricate and perfect - after all this was
the intelligent and well- educated section of the community who
were not averse to using their superior intellect to confound the
minds of those honest men who used the sacred doctrines as
guidance, and common sense as the ultimate standard of proof.

....to be continued

Subject: Continuing the story - what happened next.... From:
richardalanforrest@googlemail.com Date: 17 Mar 2007
13:34:17 -0700

The room was dark, the only light coming from the candles in an
elaborate, seven-branched candelabrum. The light showed the
figure in the chair at the head of the long, table, the rich
mahogany sheen of its polished surface the product of the hard
work of the fine, Christian servants who were kept in poverty by
its owner, and the blood of slaves shed uncaringly to bring the
God-created timber from the far reaches of the Americas.

"Respect" the deep voice growled "where is your respect? I feed
you, I give you all the advantages my wealth can provide. And how
do you pay me back?"

"But I want to continue my studies" The voice was young, naïve.
It came from the boyish figure at the foot of the table, standing
facing the old man in the chair "I want to become a priest."

A chuckle, rising to a bellowing laugh came from the old man, his
fat jowls quivering.

"You want to become a priest, do you?"

"Yes"

"And what do you make of that, Lyell?"

A tall, severe figure stepped forward from the shadows.

"Why not?" The voice carried a Scottish lilt, but not the honest
burr of the Godfearing, Churchgoing Lutheran, but that of the
corrupt aristocracy of Edinburgh, and the seat of their perverted
learning. "We can attack from inside the Church as easily as from
without."

"But why should I do that? It's all lies! It's all something
Smith invented"

"How dare you" the voice of the old man thundered "you may not
repeat that secret, even here. You may not even think of it. You
must treat the evidence as real, no matter what you know to be
true. We have a mission, a family mission. You have a role to
play, and you will play it whether you like it or not."

The young man crumbled in the face of this onslaught, the
weakness of his character unable to withstand such vindictive
anger.

"I will do as you say, grandfather."

The old man considered for a while, watching the weak, twisted
figure, the mind already damaged by the wild lifestyle he was
leading.

"I will reward you for this" he said after a while "you may marry
your ....cousin"

"My cousin?" the young man lifted his head, sexual depravity
gleaming in his small, weak eyes. "Which one?"

"Does it matter?" asked the old man. He pondered for a while. "I
suppose that for the sake of public appearances it had better be
one of your female cousins. We'll find someone suitable."

He considered the matter for a while.

"I know, " he said at last "Emma Wedgwood. I hear she subscribes
to the Christian faith"

He laughed again, a loud roaring laugh. Lyell joined in.

"Perhaps, " he laughed "she can teach you some of that ....faith.
I hear that Faith is a Lady. No doubt she hopes that she will be
able to convert you on your deathbed."

He laughed again, and this time the young man joined in.

"Now, Charles" he continued when the laughter had died down. "I
have arranged for you to go on a trip. On a boat."

"But, what about my studies?" Charles cried.

"You will do as I say" his grandfather thundered" I have laid the
groundwork. It is your role in this now to continue. A few years
away will give you time to think, and to invent a convincing
story. Leave us now."

The pathetic, shrunken figure slunk away.

"Well, Lyell? What do you think?"

"He'll do, Erasmus. He'll do."

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