It was another beautiful Thursday night at Danny’s Bar, Grill, and House of Rabblerousing, and by “beautiful” I mean “spent consuming mass quantities of root beer, nachos, and various other foods which are pictured on those posters warning one of the threat of heart failure.” With me at the round table in the corner by the dart board were my friends Bill, Carl, Tom, and Captain Blue Beard. 
We meet regularly as a sort of support group for men with jobs and whatnot. Giving each other a leg up dealing with the acquisition of the old American Dream. We usually banter about the week’s adventures, counting the death toll as sales clashed with marketing, or recounting the destruction done to one’s stain resistant carpet by one’s own pint sized flesh and blood, and of course we often have lengthy discussions about any movie which was based on a comic book or graphic novel. However, this week we have a prearranged topic of discussion for the enlightenment and education of all the western world.
Just last week I was all set to begin another row with my friend Carl over the historicity of Darwinian Evolution, when our friend Bill made a very wise suggestion that we first endeavor to define the term. After all, how can Carl say that Evolution is, or I say evolution is not true if neither of us can define what it is? We might not even be talking about the same thing, like that time we argued for two hours about the quality and entertainment value of the Batman movie, when it turns out I was talking about the one starring Adam West (“Some days you just can’t get rid of a bomb!”) and Carl was talking about the Christian Bale one (“Swear to me!”) and Tom was talking about the Michael Keaton movie (“Did you ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?”) and Captain Bluer Beard was talking about the Tic animated series, which really shows how little he was paying attention during that particular conversation. Continue reading
