Leaving aside the uproarious notion that George, from Georgeville, population: George, even be allowed to discuss intelligence or design, let alone beth, his "thinking" shows some, well, evolution.
As you know, incurious George once remarked, "The jury is still out on evolution." If he had come to this conclusion after seeing March of the Penguins, I might cut him some slack. The movie, so straight, with an unrelenting emphasis on reproduction, monogamy, and heartwarming depictions of male penguins caring for their young (for three months of the year), could be a Penguin Family Values DVD bulk-mailed to megachurches everywhere, but it is no brief for evolution. For millions of years, penguins have parked themselves 70 miles from the nearest protein bar and have not perfected the unprotected egg toss--nor have they introduced pastels. The jury is left out in the cold. More likely, George, he who sees the world in black-and-white, watched that snuff documentary Grizzly Man.
So why the change in his "thinking"? He seems to have discovered that the Scopes trial was not a blind test for mouthwash. His Social Darwinism, with its Southern strategy of survival of the fittest, has not morphed into a Scientific Darwinism. Chances are, it wasn't from reading about Darwin's finches or his box. For his "thinking" to have evolved from creationism's cretinous insistence on nothing older than 4,000 years, I speculate someone must have bullet-pointed for him that it takes millions of years to create crude oil.
The flat-earth foolishness of creationism has been forced to evolve into the hybrid theory called Intelligent Design. "The world was made by God" has morphed into "The universe was created by the Grand Designer." Which is so gay. I think God, the wink wink nudge nudge grand designer, is gay, but that was discussed in a previous sermonette.
Intelligent Design is the gayest theory since that darling Irrational Exuberance. Gay and lesbian people have mysteriously propagated for thousands of years without benefit of hand-me-down DNA. The only identifying genetic tag seems to be an orange AF tab and an ur-tendency toward multipocketedness. And all that can mutate inexplicably next spring. When we propagate now, we don't necessarily produce gay offspring. We have thrived and multiplied amid the most deleterious of conditions. We are magically known to each other through pheromones or feral moans. Despite hypothalamic studies, finger measurements, and gay designer-gene mappings, scientists cannot explain definitively what makes some lucky people gay. We just are.
That mysterious, magical je ne sais quoi--ness is the unprovable crux of Intelligent Design. Intelligent Design is gay. Name it and claim it. Loudly and often. Unlike us, it will be gone in six months.
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|Title Annotation:||DON'T GET ME STARTED|
|Publication:||The Advocate (The national gay & lesbian newsmagazine)|
|Date:||Oct 25, 2005|
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