You know those darn Methodists. They have an overriding conviction to deprofessionalize the world.

But- didn't God design the arc, right down to the cubit?   If you are a believer, that is a pretty damn good designer.  All Noah had to do was follow the divine blueprints, and, whammy- he has an arc.  So it isn't really amatuer.  

And, frankly, the good Lord left the building of the Titanic to the Irish.  Professional, my foot.  

Boneill beat me to it -- God is an amateur? Someone didn't think this through very carefully. Plus, what the heck is the point? Even if you agreed with the anti-elitist sentiment (which I don't), it's not a theological or religious statement. It'd be like the church bulletin board telling you it was time to mulch round your daffodils, or whatever; hardly relevant even if true.

boneill,

Next you'll blame the Irish for making that iceberg as well, I suppose!

Neil

Oh, I get it. It's because the Titanic sank. Clever.

However, if I remember correctly the Titanic sank because it ran into an iceburg. But didn't Noah run the Ark into a freaking mountain? It's hard to sink when you run into, you know, land.

And, really, didn't god make the iceberg?  So isn't it a little snippy to get yucks out of it?  

Also, god would have wanted the arc to stay afloat.  It was his plan to kill everyone but one family.  He sure had it in for the Astor's, though, and the poor.  

The good minister better hope unskilled morons designed his sanctuary.  If actual structural engineers and professional architects designed it, then it should have collapsed by now, right?

I really get tired of that attitude.  When I hear people gripe about how this product isn't built right, or

they could do a better job, I retort "THEN DO IT!"  I then blast them back that they NEVER had to

actually bring a single product from design to final production (I've done it dozens of times in

my career).  It takes someone who's actually done it to know the multitude of trade-offs involved.

Then again these comments are typically from idiots can can't make change at the cash register without

a flippin' calculator.

I'm an amatuer, and the boat I built didn't work out well.

It didn't work out well, at all.

Some of you are hilarious. Getting so wound up over a whimsical religous bumper sticker.  

Touchy touchy.

epack, it is more just my irritation with the whole anti-intellectual thread- not just anti-professional, though the two overlap- idea in this country.  I don't consider myself an intellectual or anything, and I have zero marketable skills, so I don't really have too much of a dog in this fight.  But I despise the trend of saying that if you don't like NASCAR and believe in science and use your critical thinking faculties to work out problems you aren't a "real American".   Plus I like taking things to their logical conclusion, which is what we are doing with this sign.   Helps to point out the absurdities.

Also, I like making jackass jokes.

Still, it sank.

I am not too sure that God is all that professional either, here you had a guy (or gal) who made a bunch of angels a bunch of whom rebelled. Then he make the earth and two of every creature but one man and shocked by what the man starting doing to himself and the docile animals decided to carve a woman out of him from a spare rib, at which point the man started to have sex with his own appendage. His former rib, now woman then makes a muck up of things by eating from a tree that God said don't eat. Why God chose to put the tree in the centre of eden, and let the serpent run around, and put shiny fruit on it (instead of asparagus) was also amatuer hour. Then he kicks them out of eden, creating generations of incestuous dolts who behaved as such and then he decided to drown them all, creating another series of generations of incestuous dolts.

We are only up to the ark and his track record is pretty bad. I will take the designers of the Titanic and just hire another driver, one whom, you know, doesn't run into a freaking iceberg.

blackton -

1. Don't blame God - it's all the unfortunate results of just one week of work; anybody can have a bad week.

2. Like you've never had sex with your own appendage...

Ding ding ding!

Dhauck wins!

dhauk, I laughed so hard the person in the next office heard me.