Creeping Infiltration

During my cell biology class today I sat behind two women who kept chatting about intelligent design, and how there simply *had* to be some supernatural force at work. They called it “God”. I prefer “the big pink invisible bunny that lives in my shoe”. Try it. Whenever anyone talks about “God”, simply substitute the phrase “the big pink invisible bunny that lives in my shoe” for “God” and see how much sense they are making.

That got me thinking. “Intelligent Design” is demonstrably unfalsifiable, because proof of this would deny faith, and hence the existence of “the big pink invisible bunny that lives in my shoe”. All real science is falsifiable. Of course, there are pathological instances when a wobbly theory mutates endlessly thanks to a desire of its adherents to avoid loss of ego. In these cases, it seems no amount of novel, re-contextualised or contradictory data can remove the non-doubts of its adherents, so you just have to wait for them to die off. Of course, you may get a few entertaining scraps and revelations along the way.