Facsimile 3 really is the silver bullet against Joseph Smith prophetic abilities. He absolutely, completely messed up on every single figure in this facsimile. And he claimed to be directly translating the hieroglyphs in the facsimile by those figures. Apologists exacerbate this problem by claiming that God inspired Joseph Smith in his translations. Historically and linguistically as well as religiously, Joseph Smith completely blew it with facsimile 3.
I predict this is going to get the attention of Paul O.
Name is Mud wrote:Hold on, I'm Looking for a name...
What if Professor Midgley turned to Vedic verses as a means to assert we should not ask questions, but instead turn to the First Presidency as a means of knowing the King's name, "Four are its horns, three its feet, two its heads, and seven its hands, roars loudly the threefold-bound bull, the great god enters mortals"?
What if Professor Midgley turned to Vedic verses as a means to assert we should not ask questions, but instead turn to the First Presidency as a means of knowing the King's name, "Four are its horns, three its feet, two its heads, and seven its hands, roars loudly the threefold-bound bull, the great god enters mortals"?
Assuming Professor Midgley is a dirty old man; which woman do you think he would prefer to roll in the hay with considering Pharaoh's decree stating, "Ye shall no more give the people straw to make brick, as heretofore: let them go and gather straw for themselves." ?
Which girly-gurl would dirty Lou-baby prefer to pork?
Midgley is the poor little dog-man at the end of the line with a missing nose.
It sucks to be Midgley! Woof, woof!
What a dumbass! Lou-baby, you're dirty old man. I'll bet you have Playboy magazines hidden behind those books on your shelf or under your mattress. Maybe even a Penthouse centerfold! You're not fooling me. I'm smarter than you, you piece of poop.
