**Our last episode found Casey Luskin buying more of what we were selling than I’d have thought possible. Today we continue our tour, and things get what passes for interesting around there.**

After a couple more questions that were skirted or barely answered, our sparkly eyed and bushy browed guide seemed to be satisfied with our credentials both scientific and conservative. He then took the opportunity to inform us that science was his personal passion, and that he considers himself a scientist.

I’m waiting for my blue ribbon and gold medal to arrive for not dying of laughter at that point.

As we walked further down the bland halls, somehow the conversation turned to Michael Behe. Kate, for the first time in this visit not lying, admitted that she was unsure how to pronounce his name. I shouldn’t have been surprised to hear that my pal Casey hasn’t the slightest idea, either.

(An aside – prior to our arrival, Kate and I weren’t one hundred percent on how we were going to approach this thing. One thing that struck us as hysterical at the time was to just ask for “Michael BWA-HA!” and see what happened, since whenever we read any of his work we can only think: “BWA-HA!”)

We arrived at the desk of a similarly dressed, equally boring young man whose name I don’t think was shared with us, but if it was, I’ve long forgotten it and am using the space in my brain it took up to think about what I’m to do when the wine runs out.

Our guide fairly beamed as he told us about this fine young man’s work, a website he’s just as proud of as a papa can be. A backwards, nearly illiterate, dangerous fundamentalist of a papa, but a papa nonetheless. The fruit of Casey’s brain-loins? This lovely piece of IDiot spew, which he wants us to know was set up to help dispel all the misconceptions and outright lies about ID that people like Richard Dawkins and PZ Myers spread.

As Kate and I were doing a terrible job of smiling, nodding and barely choking back the mixture of giggle and vomit that was rising, a tankwoman charged over, dressed in pink and sporting a gold necklace that, upon further inspection, was two crossed rifles over a heart. With a glare that actually frightened me a bit (and you may have guessed that’s not the easiest task) she demanded to know what we were doing there.

Fortunately, while Kate and I scrambled to answer, our tour guide and brand new knight in white shining armor literally moved himself in between us and the pink clad terror, and told her we were here on a tour with him. She smiled just enough to convince us that she wasn’t going to have our heads on a pike just yet, and introduced herself as Anika , before going back to her photocopying.

By this point, we had begun to want out, badly. There was no way this could end well, we thought, and were frantically trying to hide our grins as we followed Casey back down the hall.

We came to a stop in front of a bookshelf, where he asked us what aspect of intelligent design we were most interested in. Kate jumped in quickly, and oddly said that it was the legality of the situation that intrigued her most. Given that we had loudly claimed that she was a science teacher interested in teaching ID in her classroom, this maybe should have raised a flag or two, but instead all it did was spur him into action.

**Tune in one more time for the exciting conclusion, where we gain a glimpse into just how scary Mr. Luskin’s mind is, and go home with armfuls of propaganda and a heartfelt offer to call or visit anytime.**