YngiweRhoads reads the wikipedia every friggin day, a great deal of it he does not understand, but the word of science moves him to tears, and words like - disingenuous misinformation, the current state of quantum physics, the cosmological argument argues, everything we know about the universe indicates it is uncaused and modern physics has soundly refuted metaphysical meanderings he pronounces with a sweet flutter at his heart. He has a slavish reverence for scientists and a complete lack of any desire for independent thought. YngiweRhoads is ready to argue with you till the last judgement. He won't do anything striking and there will be no YngiweRhoads's proof as to whether does God exist or not nor to anything else of the word of science. He ain't no Grigoriy Perelman. YngiweRhoads works from morning to night, reads a lot, remembers well everything he has read -- and in that way he is not a man, but pure gold; in all else he is a carthorse or, in other words, a learned dullard. The carthorse characteristics that show his lack of talent are these: his outlook is narrow and sharply limited by the word of science. When he eats he munches loudly, disgustingly, emitting sounds from his nose, while his eyes grow oily and rapacious and it's inbetween the reading sessions. It must be supposed that reading Wikipedia is one of his morbid habits, though he falls upon anything that come into his hands with equal avidity, even last year's newspapers and calendars, only it would have been something about science. That's his life! In other words if he died today no one would notice his absence tomorrow
