I hate matzos. To contrast with my pancake story earlier, when my family found out about matzos, they fell under a spell of love for them. Everyone except me. I hate matzos. Shit, now that I think about it, the introduction of matzos to the household cut down significantly on having any pancakes thereafter. Stupid born-again matzo freaks. I'm glad I live in a country that protects my right to still buy bisquick.

This is almost as good as the Chewbacca defense.

Don't know if you can get them in the UK, but egg-and-onion flavor matzos they sell here aren't half bad.

Regardless of the flavor, the box still beats the matzos hands down as a source of dietary fiber. :)

No because Matzo cakes are dry flavourless yick with less taste than the box they came in...

There is a recipe in the bible for matzo cakes. Does that count?

I like my pancakes without shit, thank you.

Oh wait, this is Job we're talking about.

"The guy's argument is that it doesn't have the recipe for pancakes, ..."

Job 17:2 I think you'll find ...

Maybe we should try using illogical arguments like this guy

I'm not sure if this was in the video since it was hard to hear, but his argument makes perfect sense. A lot of True Believers(tm) believe that the bible is the only book someone would need and, furthermore, it contains everything you'd ever need to know. The guy's argument is that it doesn't have the recipe for pancakes, thus showing that it isn't as perfect as the believers would hope.

The only thing that isn't blasphemous to do to a pancake is to add strawberries and powdered sugar or syrup, all that stuff on the inside just ruins the homogeneous purity of the 'cake.

And is there anything George Carlin doesn't know!?

@Kodie:

De gustibus non est disputandem.

I grew up on bisquick, everyone in my family made it that way since I was a kid. Who am I to question it? Every Sunday morning, we put the bisquick in the milk and mixed it up. Nothing strange like a blueberry or a chocolate chip ever went in, syrup was optional (I prefer plain, no syrup), just pure batter pancakes by the directions on the box. Melt some butter on the griddle and scoop out the batter six at a time was the ritual. No funny shapes, no hearts for a sweet surprise, no spelled out names for our birthday, they have to be round, always, and the same scoop never let the size vary by too much. We were fed in order of age, youngest to oldest, as many pancakes as we wanted.

I feel it is a strong family tie with my bisquick roots. I have inherited our griddle and make pancakes on it the same way. I tried variations, but they were not the true pancake. I don't want to ruin the joke being serious, but now that I think about it, as trivial as it is, pancakes from mix might be the only real constant of joy I had growing up in a mostly joyless family, and maybe the closest thing I had to growing up with a religion.

So.... pancake fundie, shut up.

Now, here's some food for thought from George Carlin:

Griddle cakes, pancakes, hotcakes, flapjacks: why are there four names for grilled batter and only one word for love?

Ursa Minor: The proper response is "You Apostates and heathens...Pancakes should be made from scratch" :)

It's probably as good an argument as any to use against a dedicated theist. FSM bless the members of the American Non-Sequitur Society!

I revile pancake mix. Pancakes should be made from scratch.

Now that is funny ... and it has about the same chance of changing her mind about the "truth" of her god.

I'm sad because I ain't got no pancake mix.

The whole use of using the unthinkable strategy of logic when arguing with theists doesn't seem to work as well as we may hope. Maybe we should try using illogical arguments; like this guy confronting a preacher on his college campus:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qwyZ0ji1GRU