Catholic chihuahua

Here are a few lovely quotes full of the sort of bravado, braggadocio, and bluster we've come to expect from Catholic tough guy "Nick" the brick:

In short, I know the Bible better than you and can trounce you with it. . . .

The moment you try to refute the actual arguments will be your downfall. This is very clear to me. Nobody hides and squirms like that if they have a substantial rebuttal. I predict my article will be your downfall, possibly even shutting down this blog as early as Jan 1. . . .

As to my prediction (not a prophecy), it's based on my assumption you'll eventually have to find the courage to address the argument head on, and submit to whatever Scripture ends up really teaching.

But as Peter subsequently pointed out:

Nick is the chihuahua of Catholic apologetics. He's got a high pitched squeak of a bark, and assumes that people walking down the street are running in terror from him.

And much like that poor chihuahua, he will end up crushed when his Bag Lady Owner doesn't check the seat cushion on the sofa before sitting down one Friday evening. She will probably notice him in a day or two, when the smell begins to overpower the room in a way that the poor pup only wishes he could have overpowered the room whilst alive, and she'll mumble a few words before dumping him in the dumpster out back.

And beyond the realm of the front yard, the passersby will keep passing by, unaware of the great tragedy.

All bark and no bite: