Sung to the tune of “The Battle Hymn of the Republic”:
My bones proclaim a story of incompetent design.
My back still hurts, my sinus clogs, my teeth just won’t align.
If I had drawn the blueprint, I would cer-tain-ly resign.
Incompetent Design!
Evo-Evo-Evo-lution! Design is but a mere illusion.
Darwin sparked our revolution. Science SHALL prevail!
Oh, hogwash. This argument against the blatantly obvious structure of our bodies and indeed the entire universe is predicated on the idea that suffering is meaningless. You think there’s no lesson to be learned from weak backs or runny noses? You’re not paying attention.