I think someday I will have to take a field trip to the Creation Museum in Kentucky, just so I can see the exhibit on Noah's Ark. Why, you may ask? Well, I'll tell ya...
Apparently, the ark had dinosaurs on it. Who knew? That had to be one friggin' huge boat. I want to see a reenactment of Noah herding a happy T-Rex pair on board.
(Which would come just before the happy T-Rex pair ate everything else on the boat.)
Call me a cynic, but I think the Bible would have made note of giant predatory thunder lizards sharing space with Noah and the family. Hell, I think even the gentle vegetarian giants would have been worthy of some note.
And yea, Noah did say unto his children, "Do not grow too attached to the brachiosaurus, my offspring! Give it no name like 'Sparky' or 'Skip', for, while it giveth a great vantage point to search for land from its neck so high in God's heavens, it will be served unto thee (and everyone else) for dinner tonight and tomorrow night and so on, and so on..."
Thus endeth the dinosaurs, I guess. Big meteor strike be damned!
One of the single most disturbing items in that linked article is the note about the Gallop poll last year, which found that nearly 50% of Americans didn't believe in evolution. Jeeezus, that freaks me out. I dunno, there are things I love about my country, and so much that creeps me out. That statistic definitely creeps me out, especially since I'm certain I have at least one sibling in that "nearly 50%" figure.