No Oxygen in the Ivory Tower

If you've ever been to college, or worked in academia, and wondered what a Professional Tenured Asshole looks like, look no further.

I present Dr. PZ Myers.

In this little ditty, the brave little scientist tees off:

"So, what to do. I have an idea. Can anyone out there score me some consecrated communion wafers? There's no way I can personally get them — my local churches have stakes prepared for me, I'm sure — but if any of you would be willing to do what it takes to get me some, or even one, and mail it to me, I'll show you sacrilege, gladly, and with much fanfare. I won't be tempted to hold it hostage (no, not even if I have a choice between returning the Eucharist and watching Bill Donohue kick the pope in the balls, which would apparently be a more humane act than desecrating a goddamned cracker), but will instead treat it with profound disrespect and heinous cracker abuse, all photographed and presented here on the web. I shall do so joyfully and with laughter in my heart. If you can smuggle some out from under the armed guards and grim nuns hovering over your local communion ceremony, just write to me and I'll send you my home address."

So, the guy reacts to people reacting to desecration by encouraging even more desecration. And, he thinks the Church has "stakes" out for him. Umm...I think the Church has better use for wood than frying a fat prick.

He thinks he's so courageous. If he wants his vandal street cred validated, let him piss on a Koran in the middle of Iraq. Because you know what, those guys will not only have "stakes" out for him, they're gonna enjoy every goddamn minute of PZ Myers' gargled protestations.

Really, Dr. Myers...your version of sticking it to the Man is making a nun cry? Tsk. Tsk.