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One Flu Over the Cuckoo's Nest

The government provides altogether
too many flu shots.  At least half of them
are wasted on people who do not believe
that things evolve.  The WD-40 flu (I know!
I know!  I have a peculiar mind!) flu
has evolved from other strains, just as
it is necessary each year to get new
vaccines to keep up with new variants.

Just the process of using lots of antibiotics
allows the fundamental process of evolution
to produce new strains of bacteria that are
selected by the evolutionary process to be
unaffected by older antibiotics.

All life is constantly producing genetic variations.
Bacteria, too.  Most of the time it is not noticed,
but when an antibiotic is successful in destroying
bacteria, for instance, there will almost certainly
be a few bacterial variants that are unaffected
by the old antibiotics.  They thrive, and new
medicines have to be developed to kill them.

The people who blather on about evolution
being an illusion--that instead of all life
constantly probing, producing mostly counter-
productive variants, which are selected
against, but occasionally producing variants
that are genuinely advantageous to the
preservation and pleasantry of life, and those
variants do better and become numerous--
those people baffle me.  Why are they
getting flu shots, or taking antiobiotics?

They don't need flu shots!  They need brains!

Anyway, if a Very Intelligent Creator somewhere
is producing new variants of flu and bacteria,
is it the case that he or she is doing so just to
make people sick and die?  Why does that
Very Intelligent Creator not also produce new
antiobiotics and vaccines?  Counter-productive,
I suppose.  Thwart him- or herself. 

Instead, Our Dear Very Intelligent Creator
spends time inventing health insurance companies,
talking to psychotics, and saying no to prayers.
It is a good thing--that saying no to prayers!
Otherwise every football team in Texas
would have a perfect record playing
other football teams in Texas.  It is hard enough
to calculate how many angels, who have no
substance, can dance on the point of an
infinitely sharp pin.  Those football stats
would be a killer!  Worse than flu.

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