July 10th is the anniversary of the start of the Scopes trial about the teaching of evolution. I have to admit that I continue to harbor a certain skepticism about people that claim that they have a better scientific explanation for the diversity and structure of life than evolution provides ... just as long as you first accept that fossils aren't really old, that isotopes don't really decay over time (and thus nuclear bombs and nuclear power don't exist, stars don't die out). You know, that physics isn't true, and stuff like that.
I may be old fashioned, but to accept the latest notion, called “intelligent design”, as a science it needs not only to poke fanciful holes in obvious, tested reality by using semantic obscurantism, but also it needs that bedrock of the scientific method: a testable hypothesis about its own claim that there was an intelligent designer of life, tests that can be independently repeated and verified.
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But for some reason “intelligent design” supporters often skirt their own big question which is, obviously, “Who was the designer?”
Fortunately, I recently realized that we have an excellent way to directly search for our intelligent designer and put the question to the test ... and perhaps to rest for all time! Each spring, the small town of McMinnville, Oregon is host to an annual UFO festival and parade. The second largest in the country, I hear. So here, right under our very noses, has been the laboratory intelligent designerists have needed!
No more searching for evidence of our designer by listening with our electronic ears to the heavens (oops, “skies” -- remember we are talking science here!) listening for the alien equivalent of endless Gilligan's Island reruns beaming toward us from our designer now that he's done with us. No, we can simply wait at the end of the parade, and ask each Klingon and Wookiee and every other creature, “Are you my designer? And if not, do you know who is?” After all, surely the proud designer will turn up some year. I mean, any good designer would want to come back now and then and just sort of admire how well his things are living, don't you think?
Oh, but wait! This may be more difficult than I thought: based on the poor quality of the design of my eyes, leading to the need for very strong prescription glasses, and the vast array of debilitating and tragic diseases affecting that ultimate creation, Homo sapiens, it would appear that life was designed by some fractious committee who couldn't quite agree on how any of it really ought to work, or some evil designer inventing diabolical miseries for us to endure, or perhaps just someone who never quite got the hang of this designing life stuff. And since no one ever takes credit for failures, let alone failures on such a colossal scale, the search will likely be a long one as each alien tediously denies having anything to do with us.
Sigh. Well, back to the drawing board.
Oh, but wait! I've got another idea: what if we were to just redefine science to mean not science? Yes, the pieces are all starting to fit together ... now it is all starting to make sense! (Well, not sense.)