I knew Bodie's job couldn't be earned...

Nobody as bad at their job as Bodie Hodge could possibly retain employment by means of competency. There has to be another explanation. Seriously, I have wondered while reading Bodie's blithering inanities for the last year or so, why do they keep letting the 4th stringers field the hard questions? This week, however, clarified the issue.

Now I don't give a flying fuck about the personal lives of the people I write about here. I really don't. But when Ken Ham announced the birth of his grandchild this week and revealed that the kid's full name was "C---- Bodie Hodge," suddenly a lot of stuff made sense, especially Bodie's undeserved job security. He can't be demoted to dino poop-scooper without causing family tension!

Clearly, the Hodgester is married to his job. Literally. I mean, I couldn't be 100% certain that that was the case, but if you compare the photograph of Bodie on the creation wiki to the guy who Ham identifies as the presumed father of C-----, you see that it's likely the same person. Same chin weasel. I will say that Bodie has cleaned up rather nice. His Creation Wiki picture has a greasy, first-generation-out-of-the-trailer-park quality to it (or possibly a first-generation-back-in-the-trailer-park quality). So, the "regular guy" look is an improvement.

I offer C----, who I really hope becomes a huge success one day, the big secular hello penned by the humanist Kurt Vonnegut in God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater, which I mumbled over my neice and nephews when they stormed onto the scene and which I was pleased to hear that my brother had offered them too when he met them:

"Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you've got about a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of, babies—God damn it, you've got to be kind."

HJ