When did it become bad to be smart?
Well, at least smart in a way that doesn’t involve being funny on CBS in prime time. Goofy socially awkward smart people are fine. Smart people who make our phones and tablets are okay too. But smart people who are near unanimous in saying we’re doing some screwed up things to the environment? Nah, they must be in it for all that fat climate change money.
So instead, we get Congressmen who try to use snowballs in the Senate to prove that the planet can’t be getting warmer, or who say human actions can’t possibly affect the environment because that’s God’s department. People supposedly smart enough to maintain a lawmaking career are espousing Dark Age superstition in an era when we can whip up replacement limbs on a home printer and when we carry around more computing power in our pockets than what sent Apollo to the moon. The further into the future we get, the more these people want to run scurrying into the comfortable, ignorant past. Because they don’t see a place for themselves anywhere else.
You know, it’s not really intelligence they fear, it’s imagination. It’s the ability for anyone to think outside the strictures of That Which They Have Been Told. If it didn’t come from whatever translation of the Bible they happened to have had beaten into them as a child, it’s irrelevant. And if it’s irrelevant enough for them, by God, it should be irrelevant enough for you too. Their minds can’t — or won’t — comprehend any process more complicated than, “Some invisible man made it happen.” They settle, when there’s so much more out there to be learned, to be discovered. They’re happy to bow down among the hills when there are mountains just over the horizon.
To Ted Cruz and his friends, and their closed minds and their superstitions and their snowballs, I’ll say this: if you believe this god of yours gave you a brain, I imagine he might be somewhat insulted by your constant refusal to use it.