There is a certain characteristic shallowness to the storytelling exercise that is evolutionary biology.
There’s a famous scene in an Indiana Jones movie where the hero barely makes it under a closing gate descending on him in an underground tunnel.
Three massive acts of exquisitely complex re-engineering would be required, far beyond the reach of unguided natural processes.
Schtulman’s recent book, Scienceblind: Why Our Intuitive Theories About the World Are So Often Wrong, is filled with confusions.
Isn’t DNA the one and only “secret of life”? Neo-Darwinism, a gene-obsessed doctrine, needs it to be.
Evolutionists wanting to make a big deal out of flightlessness in birds are like the merchant who lost money on every sale but tried to make it up in volume.
There is no doubt that prairie dogs (and many animals) are quite clever. In some ways, animals can be cleverer than men.
Loved by children, one of the most common beetles turns out to have engineering marvels under its shields.
A fierce battle over a core principle of Darwinian theory has raged for decades, but you wouldn’t know it.
It’s worse than lightning striking twice.