Predictions and astronomy

On Mar 9, 9:33 am, oaf of 1461 scribbled:
snip the untutored peasant's superstitious, predictable, fundamentalist crap

Starlord's cats quite probably knew more about astronomy than you ever will.. Simply by absorption from their uniquely gifted, yet impoverished master and teacher. Like many others his misfortunes were caused by others uncaring of his service to his country once he was no longer useful in feeding their corrupt greed for infinite wealth and power. No doubt the cats could also hold a far more interesting conversation on astronomy than you ever could.. Miaow!

An ancient, Australian Aborigine, who never enjoyed a day's schooling, knew far more about astronomy than you ever will. As did the Vikings and the peoples who explored and settled the Pacific Islands by use of the stars alone. The old civilisations made predictions on data completely beyond your most basic understanding.

You bluster and insult those who leave you for dead on every single aspect of astronomy you care to dredge up from your infantile comic-book fantasies.. Your only claim to fame is the corruption of the truth for the sake of some vague illusion of power. Unfettered greed for control of a few patient minds which eclipse your skull full of mouldy bread and potatoes like a supernova.

While you cling like a hemorrhoid to the evils of the Inquisition and illiterate, medieval superstition. Like some grovelling, unwashed peasant. Permanently and deliberately face-down in your blind ignorance of everything which does not instantly fill your mead belly.

You are unfit to clean the stables of the great astronomers you so despise. Those who dared to carve out the truth from the heavens despite the real threat to their lives and liberty by your deliberately backward ilk.

Your drooling repetitive idiocy has far more in common with today's fundamentalist religious bigots than Renaissance science. Without a single fiber of the truth, your chanting 1461, even until the cows come home, will never make a decent midden out of your unending, textual diarrhoea.

Is that enough words of torment for you, oaf of 1461? Miaow!