More bad news. Today we were informed that a friend lost a 20-year-old child this week of undisclosed cause. Losing a child must be the worst of all life experiences.I could not help but hear my old grandmother’s voice saying “death comes in threes”, because this is the third death in recent history for our extended group of friends. As logical as I am, her superstition still resonated in the back of my mind.Interesting dynamic. Somehow I know if there is a fourth, I’ll hear Nana warning me about two more to come. As silly and innane as those “bobbi-misers” are, they somehow still rear themselves when the circumstances permit.Infectious memes. Desperate attempts to feel control where there is none. Anything to make the unpredictable seem predictable. Why can’t our intelligent brains rid ourselves of our grandparents’ mythologies? Am I brainwashed, doomed forever to have this silliness in my head?
jcc:
Let’s see if I’ve got this straight:
1. I point to ligers/tiglons as evidence of new species.
A. You insist they’re mules.
2. I prove that they aren’t.
B. You say it doesn’t matter, they’re ‘man-made’(& then point me to a website obviously run by very young hobbyists)
3. I prove that they aren’t using actual scientific data (even if they were, it deflates the creationists’ canard that speciation isn’t observable anywhere).
Still waiting for ‘C’ – that is, unless you want to concede the point, & retract. Likelihood is that you’ll throw a pile rhetoric at it, in an effort to cover your oopsie.
Probably throw some ‘morphological extreme’ nonsense at it – even though it’s obviously allopatric speciation.
“or did rotten hocus-pocus crap slingers trying to dupe the people simply hit a few high notes?”
Ahhh, yes!