It's good to see Syed back again. The good old days of believers showing up here thinking they were Rocky Balboa, only to discover they were just the large slabs of meet in the industrial freezer have largely passed.
Granted, Syed doesn't pose much of a challenge. He shows up, ready to go, and then he comes-to in the locker room a few minutes later thinking he's won the fight. Then he leaves, trains a little more by doing exactly the same thing that got him worked over the last time, and comes back for more.
I would say that I wish more believers would show up here, but from the time I first showed up at Internet Infidels back in 2002, I've never seen one admit they were wrong about anything substantive. They get the bejesus knocked out of them, leave, and then come back to get pummeled again. Then they're usually gone forever.
But more importantly, none have ever provided an argument that has made me think for a second that maybe God does exist. Not one person, not one time, ever. And no matter how wrong their arguments are, they don't care. They just know they're right and the non-believers are wrong, no matter how tricky the non-believers seem. Randy Macho Man Savage, the greatest philosopher of the 20th century, once drew the analogy that when we put our hand into the fire [that is The Macho Man] and get burned, we learn not to do it again. But unfortunately intellectual things don't have that same physical effect, and so we get Mr. Syad.
If only the Macho Man were here now to dispense his wisdom to Syed, to tell him about, "The tower of power too sweet to be sour--too hot to handle and too cold to hold; that's funky like a monkey, the sky's the limit, and space is the place. Ohhhhhh Yeeeaaaaaahhh!!"
Where are you now, Macho Man when Syed needs you the most? I implore you to bless him with your rocket boots.
