Because I've actually got permission to use the material, and I am going to credit it to the rightful creator.
In the comments to
this post over at ERV, Torbjörn Larsson (who really should get a blog), posted this brilliant riff over Monty Python's classic.
I thought it deserved a wider audience (though these days, the comments over at ERV probably get read by more people than my blog).
BEHE:
I wanted to be... a creationist!
Leaping from text to text, as they spew from the mighty presses of Northern America.
The USA Today. The Post. The Globe! The Wall Street Journal!
The lofty Houston Chronicle! The plucky little Tribune! The limping St. Louis Post-Dispatch.
The towering Washington Post! The Atlanta Journal-Constitution!
The naughty Long Island Newsday! The flatulent Arizona Republic!
The Seattle Post-Intelligencer! The Star-Ledger! The Plain Dealer!
With my best buddy by my side, we'd sing! Sing! Sing!
[singing]
I'm a creationist, and I'm okay.
I lie all night and I lie all day.
MOUNTIES:
He's a creationist, and he's okay.
He lies all night and he lies all day.
BEHE:
I cut down facts. I fudge my hunch.
I create my evo strawman.
On Sundays I go preachin'
And serve false choices for creos.
MOUNTIES:
He cuts down facts. He fudges his hunch.
He creates his evo strawman.
On Sundays he go preachin'
And serves false choices for creos.
He's a creationist, and he's okay.
He lies all night and he lies all day.
BEHE:
I cut down facts. I Gish and gallop.
I like to press wild fallacies.
I put on scientist's clothing
And hang around in labs.
MOUNTIES:
He cuts down facts. He Gish and gallop.
He likes to press wild fallacies.
He puts on scientist's clothing
And hangs around in labs?!
He's a creationist, and he's okay.
He lies all night and he lies all day.
BEHE:
I find out facts. I have high hopes,
proposals, and a grant.
I wish I'd been an academic,
Just like my dear Professor.
MOUNTIES:
He finds down facts. He has high hopes,
proposals, and a grant?!
[talking]
What's this? Wants to be an academic?! Oh, My!
And I thought you were so gullible! Non-poofer!...
[singing]
He's a creationist, and he's okay.
He lies all night and he lies all day.
He's a creationist, and he's okaaaaay.
He lies all night and he lies all day.
[Creo choir starts hurling worthless copies of Edge of Evolution on a defenseless Behe.]
Labels: humour, Michael Behe, neo-creationism/intelligent design