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		<title>Clash of the Cave-guys</title>
		<description>Comments for Clash of the Cave-guys at http://www.prophecymatters.com , comment 1 to 1 out of 1 comments</description>
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			<description>One of the biology teachers in the high school I attended was a former college professor.  Everyone was always terrified of getting her class for their one year of required biology; me included.  As my (bad) luck would have it... I drew a short straw.  

She was an incredibly tough teacher, but I learned in her class.  I had no choice but to learn.  I think I came away with a B  average, which, unless you were truly an academic, was pretty good.  

I learned a lot from her during that year... including the facts that she believed in UFO's, reincarnation, the bing bang theory, and evolution.  What she didn't believe in... was carbon dating.  She told us this remarkable story of growing up on her uncle's farm:  When she a little girl, she spent her summers on her uncle's huge farm.  He raised everything and he let all of his animals graze in the same pastures... pigs, horses, cows, goats... all together.  One year some sort of disease struck all of his pigs (he didn't have that many... 10 or so).  The visiting veteranarian told the uncle that he didn't know what it was that killed the pigs and since it didn't effect any of the other animals, he wasn't wholly concerned with any contagion.  The uncle stopped grazing all of his animals together per the vet's instruction.
Fast forward to my teacher's adulthood.  She's grown and has a daughter of her own whom she takes to visit her uncle's farm one summer.  When they arrive, they reminisce about summer's past and the tragedy of the pigs comes up.  My teacher thought it would be great idea to not only dig up the pigs to give her own daughter a biology lesson ... but in digging them up... contact a university and tell them they found what appears to be an entire herd of ancient pigs. 

They do this and the &quot;scientist&quot; visit the farm, excavate the remains of all the pigs and remove them for study.  Some time later, the uncle contacts my teacher... the scientist have concluded that the remains, through carbon dating, are some two million plus years old.  Not twenty or thirty something years... but TWO MILLION.  

Needless to say my teacher lost all faith in radio carbon dating.  She even said they could not get the scientists to believe the pigs were a few decades old.  They said carbon dating would only be inconclusive if the remains were less than 100 years old...therefore... they were indeed two million.

Like you, Mr Fletcher, when I was in school, our teacher used to read the bible to us.  We also used to pray and say the pledge of allegiance.  That stopped when I was a sophomore in high school.  How very sad.  

That teacher passed away a few years ago.  I still think of her, though, as I do now... and wonder what other &quot;truths&quot; she came to know before her time.  I hope there were many and that they were all enlighting.  
 - Margaret Hall</description>
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