Archive for January, 2008

If a Million People Say a Stupid Thing…

Friday, January 25th, 2008

I was watching "Nova" the other night.  I don’t think any TV program has caused me to do so much thinking and pondering.  It was called "The Family that Walks on All Fours".  It was about a rural family in Turkey that has four adult children that cannot walk upright. They walk on their Fourwalkersfeet and hands, bent over.

The show started off with some evolutionary biologists trying to make the claim that these unfortunate people were missing a gene that was causing them to display "primitive characteristics"- walking like our pre-human ancestors walked.  In other words, like an ape.

I was flabbergasted!  I couldn’t believe it.  Such utterly ridiculous nonsense, when the real cause was so relatively easy to see.  Even I figured it out once the other facts came to life.

First of all, the parents were close cousins.  Ah HAH.  Inbreeding to be sure.  Both parents carried a recessive gene hampering the ability to walk, and 5 of the children recieved it.

Secondly, and vital to the story, the family was extremely poor and relatively uneducated. In fact the whole village was poor and uneducated.

The "scientists" who viewed these 5 people as "fascinating cases of evolution in reverse"  so offended the family that the military had to come make sure they weren’t being insulted. In turkey, insulting a Turk is a capital offense.  The female scientist had to work hard to convince the guards that all was OK.

Brain scans were done on the 5 afflicted children, and low and behold, each of them had severe brain damage- their cerebellum was greatly reduced.  This area is responsible for voluntary motor movement, balance, and equilibrium. In a word, it makes walking possible.  Apparently this recessive gene interfered with the development of the cerebellum, and thus interfering with their ability to stand upright to walk.  So they did what they knew how to do- basically crawl. What you don’t learn until the very end is that when the children were babies and toddlers, they crawled fine- but they stopped at crawling. They never made it beyond this developmental stage.

The family has drawn ridicule and condemnation from the village, who believe they are being cursed.  The family was forced to move. The son gets rocks thrown at him by the village children, and gets taunted more than the others.

Finally someone realizes that maybe they can LEARN to walk. No one has ever bothered to even try that.  The scientists invest in a walker, and many of them stand upright and take a few steps.  A set of parallel bars are set up in the yard for "practicing". The youngest girl especially liked this.  A physical therapist is also called in to help loosen up the necessary muscles. The son is proclaimed too severe to walk.

When the scientists came back several weeks later, all 4 of the girls were walking with either the walker or the bars. Only the son was not seen for a while.  Then, you see him walking - awkwardly but unaided, toward the house.  He stumbles, takes a few steadying steps on his hands, then rights himself again to walk normally.

I got to thinking about this whole situation.  I have come to several conclusions.

#1.  It was a genetic mutation that caused them to not be able to walk as well.

#2.  The "evolution in reverse" theory is just about the stupidest thing I have ever heard.

#3.  Blinding themselves to their dogma, they were willing to throw aside compassion and mercy in order to "prove" their pet theory- no matter how ridiculous it is.

#4.  Had this family been in a "developed" nation, a doctor would have recognized the delay in development, and physical therapy would have been given each of those children when they were still small.  The family believed it was the "Will of allah" that they children be that way- to test the faith of the father.  They had no idea that all they needed was a little help.

#5. Again, if this family had been in the United States, no scientist would dare compare children to an unknown human ancestor.  What an insult.  The parents would be educated enough to know total bunk when they hear it.  The turkish family was poor and uneducated.  Easy targets in my opnion.  The father expressed concern, however, that his children were in fact being compared to apes, and was afraid of even further abuse from the villagers.

All this to say that too many evolutionists try to prove their theory by assuming the truth of the premise they are trying to prove. For example- in order to explain the handicap, they had to prove evolution. They claimed it was a kick-back to a more primitive pre-human ancestor.  In order to prove this, however, they had to assume the truth of this common ancestor.  You can’t do that in science.  It’s a circular argument. And extremely bad science!

And, even if it was true, no scientific "fact" is more important than the dignity of a family that is already being ostracized by their own community.  The scientists were making a bad situation even worse. These people are not "freaks"- just victims of poverty, lack of education and medical facilities.

And victims of myopic scientists.

I don’t get it.

Wednesday, January 9th, 2008

I don’t get it. 

I’ve been collecting photos of each kind of mammal (Each "order") for a class I’ll be doing this fall.  While I was searching on-line, I have often come across some pictures that either broke my heart or just saddened me.  Big strong "manly men" posing proudly in front of an animal they have just killed.  Like a lovely Arabian Oryx. Or big strong manly men clubbing a helpless one-day old seal pup to death over the head with a pick axe.  (Mustn’t mar the lovely white fur with a humane bullet, now, must we??!) I just don’t get it.  How does killing an animal prove your manliness?  Hand-to-claw/fang/tooth would be a better show, I’d think. Now if he could catch that Oryx on foot, wrestle it down, and then kill it- bare-handed- without being skewered by the horns first, that would be something. But a shot from a high-powered, laser-guided rifle from half a mile away????… that’s no contest. Nothing to be proud of.

I actually wept as I looked at the piles of bloodied seals in Canada, and the gorgeous "safari trophies", and couldn’t help but ask God for forgiveness.  This scene must just break His heart.  He declared it all "Very good", and here we are, behaving like..well,  humans. (Animals don’t do that!)

It’s enough to make me ashamed to be a human being sometimes.

But then I find a picture of a man bottle-feeding an orphaned pangolin, or a group of zookeepers celebrating the birth of  a baby aardvark, or a volunteer putting ointment on a koala’s burned nose. Or a man running in front of a bulldozer, uprooting the rare ground-orchids they are about to pave over, so they can be transplanted. Then I sigh, and think… OK….there’s still hope. 

It may be a lost cause. Humans have screwed up just about every thing they’ve touched. I might not even make the slightest little difference in the big scheme of things. But, when I die and get to heaven, I don’t think God is going to ask me if I saved the Philippine Eagle from extinction. He won’t ask me how many acres of rainforest I prevented from being destroyed.  He won’t ask me if I was able to reverse the greenhouse effect. I think He’ll just ask me if I kept trying, if I did everything I could.

And I’ll say yes. And wipe a tear.

Going buggy and loving it

Tuesday, January 8th, 2008

As usual, wierd things have come and gone in my house.  Another school year is half-done, and the fun stuff is about to begin.  The 200-odd photos of mammals are gone, since I finally finished that lesson-plan. No feathers strewn hither and yon, since Buster isn’t currently molting.  Binocs, spotting scope and field guides are still visible.  No skulls presently. (Although I did find a beaver skull in my backseat last month that I forgot to put back on the shelf…)

I have fishbowl of liverworts- a "primitive" non-vascular plant.  Another frequently overlooked fascinating life-form.  I have a 5 gallon aquarium "phylum garden"- a terrarium with as many different phyla of plants as possible in it.  I can’t manage to keep that moss going, darn it!

I am currently in a "buggy" frame of mind.  Last fall I did a fascinating program on stinging insects, so I had a few wasp or bee bodies on my desk for study.  Nieghbors "donated" them- after spraying the hives. Nuts.  I’d rather look at the live ones in the hive- from a safe distance!

Hissing_roaches_2And my newest acquisitions are in two more 5-gallon tanks.  In one tank are my daughters "pets" - giant cockroaches.  One largish male Madagascan Hissing Cockroach, about 2 inches long. He’s a beaut. 

TuckThe other is "Tuck",  a lovely female Giant Cave Cockroach, a wee bit over 3 inches long, with a gorgeous golden shimmer about her shell and antennae that are always waving.  She just had 39 babies.  (cocroaches, anyone?).  These are the perfect pets.  They eat anything, don’t stink (really!), and don’t fly, don’t bite, and make no noise.  Hiss cost me the grand total of 99 cents!  Tuck was given to me.   

741pxchilean_rose_tarantula_arpAnd in the other tank, is Rosie.  Ahhh, Rosie.  She’s my new pet tarantula.  Hah!  She’s very pretty, for a tarantula. She’s a Chilean Rose-haired- her cephalothorax (her "body") is a coppery metallic pink, and her belly is copper. The rest is a beigy-copper. Her toes are velvety black.   I do pick her up daily, with respect, since she technically could bite. (Her venom is about equal to that of a bee, so I’m not too concerned about that, but her 1/2" fangs would really hurt!) She’s very mild-mannered.  Another cool first pet for anyone with the nerve! (Remember, not all tarantulas are this docile- many will bite first and not bother to ask questions later…. do your homework first!!!)

I have taken my new critters to "bug" programs. (None are actually "bugs", mind you.) I once did a "misunderstood critters" program at a local library.  A streak of fiendishness came over me, and I "wore" Hiss on my shirt like a brooch.  He’s slow, so I didn’t worry about him scurrying away.  The librarian, bless her heart, didn’t notice him until she shook my hand.  Hiss took a couple of steps and waggled his antennae.  I have never seen a mild-mannered grey-haired librarian move so fast or shriek so loudly!  [heeheehee!!]   And when I went back to the desk to announce my departure, I was wearing Rosie.  Needless to say, the poor woman nearly had a coronary.  I’m so bad. A couple of months later, for the next program I did there, I was immediately recognized, and she looked me over carefully-from a distance- before shaking my hand!  We all had a good laugh over that.  It’s sorta fun earning this "wierd" reputation.

Can’t wait to see the reaction of my highschool students in a few weeks when I bring my critters to class. Who knows… maybe I’ll wear Hiss again.  It’s so fun being strange!

Resolutions

Thursday, January 3rd, 2008

Well, it’s that time again… time to make those dreaded New Year’s Resolutions.  I’ve got quite a few, and hope to actually achieve most of them!

#1: Rid the house of the majority of the stuff in the garage, the storage cubbies and the basement.   I will need hubby’s help, but since much of it is his, we’ll hopefully accomplish this tpgether by Memorial Day (end of May) in time for the onslaught of garage sales!

#2: Lose about 7-10 pounds - hopefully in certain key areas! (hah!) Seems like I hit 41 years old, and suddenly got a spare tire and "thunder thighs".  I am up to 127 pounds.  Would like to be around 118.  (farewell, icecream! waaah!)

#3.  Take a brisk hike in the woods at least 2x a week starting this spring- when it’s at least warm enough not to catch pneumonia! This should also help with #2.

#4. Do a stunning backbend and handstand for my yoga.  Need to get those dratted hamstrings to loosen up first.  Among the many many things I would love to do for my yoga. Maybe just the backbend???

#5.  Learn Tai-chi.  Hubby wants to do it with me. Wouldn’t that be cool?!  Maybe our little girl would try it too.

#6: The most important, and probably the hardest: Live up to our new "Year Verse":   "A Gentle Answer Turns Away Wrath".  It’s in the Book of PRoverbs, somewhere.  We both need to relax, not over-react, and just "be cool".  Especially me, since I am so sensitive, and mirror hubby’s mood too easily. Then it all goes downhill from there.

Sooo… there you have it.  Feel free to check up on me, and pester me about them!  HAH!