Ordinarily I begin at the start of a new Thursday, but there was a conversation which the lads and I had during the end of our weekly run at Nacho hill at Danny’s Bar, Grill, and House of Rabblerousing which I think was worth retelling.
Before our Nachos came to the table, I had said, “Being the first carrier of the lucky new gene doesn’t help you, and doesn’t even help you pass it along to the next generation. Getting that new gene into the population and expressed as new features is truly just dumb luck.”
And Blue Beard had replied in his cheeky manner, “T’was the idea of Darwin’s book, wasn’t it? Survival of the Just Dumb Luckiest?”
And while we were munching on the week’s Nacho intake, I got to thinking about Darwin’s Original idea, survival of the Fittest, and I started to get ideas.
“Hey,” I said, once our assault on the Nachos had begin to subside, “have you guys ever really considered Darwin’s idea of Survival of the Fittest?”
“Is it finally dawning on you that something Darwin wrote is so obvious that even you can’t deny it?” asked Carl, full of vinegar, emotionally speaking.
“Actually, quite the opposite,” I said. “I’m starting to think that he’s even wrong about that.” Continue reading →