Monday, December 1, 2008
Charles Darwin was never called an arsehole
Or, Do intelligent people get more roots?
Last night I was watching the excellent doco Judgement Day: Intelligent Design on trial on SBS – which, BTW, is a comprehensive thumping of the Intelligent Design bollocks – when a sudden thought struck me.
“I wonder what Darwin’s sex life would be like if he was alive today?”
Picture the scene;
A nightclub in Melbourne* when a familiar figure sidles up to two Goth chicks chatting at the bar.
Charles Darwin (for it is indeed he) “Splendid Gothic ladies, I am Charles Darwin, the driving intellectual force behind the theory of natural selection. May I buy you both a drink?”
First Goth chick: “Charles Darwin! I’m going to take you home and ride you like a pony!”
Second Goth chick: “Hands off, scrag. I saw him first”
Charles Darwin: “Ladies, please. There’s more than enough Charles Darwin to go around.”
Goth chicks: “Thanks Charles Darwin. No wonder you’re widely regarded as one of the modern world’s most important intellectuals.”
Am I onto something here? Or do I need to increase my meds?
*Or indeed, in Darwin - if you prefer.