The guy is more on his game when he tired and it’s late at night than I am when it’s morning and I am well-rested. Here he is, subjecting the silliness of Victor Stenger to a far more searching treatment than I could be bothered with–and having a rollicking time doing it. A classic example of the destructon (and creation) that can happen when a Catholic who uses the intellect meets an atheist who merely worships it.