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Thursday, March 17, 2016

Science... don't talk to me about science.

More caustic than I would have put it, but no less precise, particularly dunning the oxymoronic popularist hijacking of "science."

Young people, angry at God, but not fully committed to the rigors of atheism often cop this attitude. It reveals my own sorry flaws when I want to slap them for onotological immaturity instead of loving them through it. I am sorry, angry people. I will try to love you better.


Neil deGrasse Tyson: pedantry in space

Neil deGrasse Tyson strides onto stage to say that actually the Earth orbits the sun, that actually living beings gain their traits through evolutionary processes, that actually your hand has five fingers, that actually cows go moo, that actually poo comes out your bum – and you are then supposed to think yes, I knew that, and imagine someone else, someone who didn't know it already, some idiot, and think: I’m better than that person, I’m so much smarter than everyone else.

See also:
‘Science’ comes to metonymically refer to the natural world, the object of science; it’s like describing a crime as ‘the police,’ or the ocean as ‘drinking.’ What ‘I Fucking Love Science’ actually means is ‘I Fucking Love Existing Conditions.’