“But enough about me, let’s talk about you. What do you think of me?” So goes the classic scene with the insufferable bore. Now compare that to Dembski’s comments about Barbara Forrest signing her book for him “with thanks”:
She thanked me. Why was that? Because, at a deep level, she realizes that her professional advancement (she is now an endowed professor — she was largely unknown, like O’Leary, before entering this debate) and, indeed, her reason for having any sort of intellectual career worth talking about is that she has become a principal opponent of ID. What’s more, my contributions to ID have been seminal in that regard, giving her an adequate foil against which to devote her energies (why else does she devote three pages of the index — over 100 references — to yours truly?). To make a career attacking something, the object attacked has to be sufficiently dangerous and threatening. My colleagues and I have provided her with precisely such an object.
When I was in second grade, I had a crush on Joan Gillespie. To show my affection, I was mean to her and kept thinking up ways to be mean to her. Fortunately, I outgrew that childishness. When it comes to ID, Darwinists have yet to do so.
There’s a classic Saturday Night Live sketch where Jon Lovitz does an impression of Harvey Firestein in all his flamboyant and gravel-voiced glory. In the sketch, Firestein had his own talk show, and every week the SNL host would come on his show and he would continually turn the conversation to himself, finally asking, “Now I know you’re not gay…but if you were…would you find me attractive?” The sketch ended with his plaintive cry, “I just wanna be loved, is that so wrong?”
Yes Bill, it’s all about you. You and only you. The Isaac Newton of Information Theory. Our opposition to ID has nothing to do with a sincere opposition to your scientifically sterile collection of outdated and long ago disproven critiques of evolution with inclusion in science classrooms. It has nothing to do with not wanting to reward your highly dishonest public relations campaign. It’s all about bathing in the reflected glory of your sheer genius. So bright doth the light from your insatiable ego shine that we are drawn to it like a moth to a flame. I think I speak for everyone when I say: No…you are the logos of John’s gospel, come to take human form and dwell among us. I wanna be just like you when I grow up.
Your biggest fan,