So you're tantalized by this strange obsession creationists have with junk DNA. It offends them mightily, I think because they find comfort in the idea that everything in the universe must have a purpose, because if it doesn't, maybe that means they are nothing more than spots of dandruff on a dead rock hurtling blindly through space, and we can't have that then.
It's true that the odious Jonathan Wells has written a whole book declaring that everything in the genome has a glorious function implicitly designed by his god, the Rev. Sun Myung Moon. Larry Moran has begun the process of dismantling Wells, with, so far, three posts critiquing his claims, all well worth reading.
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I think this is a great teachable moment:
I'm still experiencing fallout from the cracker incident, like the slow drift of dandruff from the flaking scalp of a gyrating televangelist. The latest is a letter from Mr. E.P.
He called himself Dr Woo. He was a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine, and even those quacks couldn't stand him, and disbarred hi