Woo on a plane

Last month I blogged about Terry Eagleton’s bullshit and Russell Blackford’s robust refutation of it. At least I didn’t have to read of the Eagleton blather… but PZ was not so lucky:

So I was in New York the other day, and was offered a copy of Eagleton’s book, and took the first step in my imminent doom by accepting it. Then I tried to fly home on Saturday, one of those flights that was plagued with mechanical errors […] Thus was my fate sealed.
I was trapped in a plane for 8 hours with nothing to read but Eagleton and the Sky Mall catalog.
This is an account of my day of misery.

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. This essay is a long glass of cool refreshing reason. Recommended.