Hi Gaspode, pkbites and manhattan. Being relatively new hereabouts, I’m afraid I don’t know what GQ stands for. No matter.
To answer the question, I think we can be fairly sure there is a vast amount of literature and research concerning Ooops! Creationism, not only on the web but also in the libraries of most major centres of academic learning around the world and Denmark.
The rival contention, that it’s something I just made up this afternoon, can be discredited by carefully-formulated cogent argument or, alternatively, vicious ad hominem attacks, sarcasm, flame wars and a mule-stubborn refusal to address the facts. A smirking sense of God-given self-righteousness could also come in handy.
Despite Gaspode’s kind nomination, I decline to be referred to as any kind of “priest”, on drugs or otherwise. I think Supreme Authority would be better, and if it’s all the same with you I’d rather like to be infallible as well, at least when pronouncing ‘ex Coors Beer’ on matters of faith, rock guitar and Lucy Liu. You can allocate the other titles among yourselves as you wish.
Once my acolytes, followers and adherents have formed, I think the way ahead should go roughly as follows.
First of all, we want some radical re-inventing of the whole theology to suit the interests of ourselves as the ruling gnostic elite. This should involve the wanton, ad hoc manufacture of arbitrary dogma, the less credible the better and preferably featuring some severe ‘they-believe-what?!?’ hangups about sex. Oh, and some proviso for followers to give us money, and plenty of it, or face some eternal unpleasantness.
Next, an Authoritative Text. This would ideally be something written several decades after I’m dead, and then arbitrarily mis-translated half a dozen times until it reads like fax shreddings from Planet Gibberish. However, given that I’m still around (or am I??? Note: start a conspiracy theory soon…) we can make do with some hastily patched together tenets, a few articles of faith and one or two anecdotal bits that don’t quite seem to fit anywhere but get thrown into the mix anyway. Oh, and a miracle. Definitely, a miracle. The transformation of Cheese into Celine Dion CDs perhaps?
Finally, we need some very fine points of theological dispute. The more inane and intractable the better, so long as we can get very, very angry about them. Example: which type of cheese was involved.
I reckon with a bit of effort we can probably get most of this up and running in 24 hours or so. Thanks for your support. All the others are ex-communicated bastards. Can we now knock up some “Anti-Creation AND Evolution” leaflets, please, and hand them out in malls?
Bless you all, my faithful ones.