More from duh-Dover

As you may have heard, the Dover school board is now presenting its defense of the inclusion of "intelligent design" in its curriculum. To open the defense, they've summoned Michael Behe, a professor of biochemistry at Lehigh University. For those of you who aren't familiar with him, Behe is one of the few creationists who is a professor of a hard science; most of the others are doctors of theology or philosophy, or else they are juris doctors. Accordingly, they wheel him out whenever they have to defend their attempts to place their crackpot ideas into public school science classes.

Let me tell you a few things about Michael Behe. His first book, "Darwin's Black Box", was largely panned by academia, and he can neither get grants nor be published in mainstream scientific journals. His own university has stated that his "theory" has no place in science classes, and puts up with him mostly because he secured tenure before wandering into the realms of fantasy. In addition, despite his attempt to present the "intelligent designer" as something clinical, he believes that designer and the Christian god are one and the same. His children are all home-schooled, which is usually a pretty good sign that a person is strongly religious, and not in a healthy way. Eugenie Scott, director of the National Center for Science Education, and an awesome speaker, has said of Behe:

"I think Behe truly believes that he has discovered something quite
astonishing," said Eugenie Scott, director of the National Center for
Science Education, which supports the teaching of evolution in public schools. "But no one is using irreducible complexity as a research strategy, and with very good reason ... because it's completely fruitless."

(Irreducible complexity, by the by, is a criticism of evolutionary theory that I have seen and heard debunked many, many times. It's a lame horse Behe continues to insist can win the race.)

Michael Behe may have uncovered some vital truth, but if so he has failed to prove it scientifically. Until he does, I wish he'd shut his yap.