Yeah, yeah–Settled Science and Real Smart Politics were going to make it all so wonderful. But now the T. rex is out, eating people and wrecking stuff. We prefer to call it a virus. But really, it’s not the only hungry dinosaur on the loose. Our whole globalist project has melted into chaos.
As it was bound to.
As Bayard Rustin once said, “There sure are a lot of stupid smart people.”
According to an unreliable source, this was the original Jurassic Park, before they put all those silly dinosaurs in it. They had to change it because focus-group audiences found the giant cats too scary.
It is said that Roy Chapman Andrews’ 1922 Central Asia Expedition, for the American Museum of Natural History, actually found colossal fossils of gigantic cats from the age of the dinosaurs, hundreds of them littering the barren Gobi Desert–wait a minute. Did I just say “littering”?
I’ve been thinking about this for days. Maybe it’ll grow into a Newswithviews column. Maybe your comments will inspire me. Pitch in, everybody.
When Jeff Goldblum as Ian Malcolm in Jurassic Park says “Boy, do I hate being right all the time,” he’s talking about his repeated warnings that the dinosaur park is going to fail spectacularly–and of course he’s right. Everything goes wrong.
And of course the park’s creators are totally flabbergasted because they were 100% sure they had everything, and I do mean everything, totally under control. In fact they had nothing under control.
As Christians we’re expected to know that God is in control of His creation. We’re lucky if we can control ourselves for five minutes, never mind managing the world.
But the delusion of this age is the illusion of control, the old con game Satan ran on Eve, “Ye shall be as gods.” In fact, think the fat-heads who believe this, they’d better be as gods because the real God does not exist, it’s all up to them to keep the planet spinning, etc. All up to them! And these are people who’d be hard-put to organize a game of hopscotch.
Rather than suffer the shock of coming to grips with their limitations, control freaks just think bigger and bigger. A lousy dinosaur park? Peanuts! They’re after global government. They aspire to micro-manage the climate. They’ll do all those things God should’ve done, but couldn’t–end war, end poverty, no more disease, everybody equal, free college education, blah-blah.
Get this: Go ahead, said the council, “if it was in the future child’s interest and did not add to the kinds of inequality that already divide society.”
What? What are they talking about? Are these people quite all there? Like, it’s okay to genetically mess around with a baby as long as it doesn’t make him “better” than others, in some way, any way? Well, if it doesn’t, then why the devil do it? Or maybe for every “improvement” the genetic editors make, they’d have to “dis-improve” the baby somewhere else. “We’re going to make your baby very intelligent, Mrs. Windsor, but we don’t want to leave others feeling that they’re not equal to him–so we’re also going to make him frightfully ugly.”
Really, you wonder about the kind of people we have sitting around up there, making decisions for us. What loony bin did they escape from?
Hello? Hello? Didn’t any of these doofuses ever see Jurassic Park? Messing about with genetics leads to results that are inherently unpredictable. And the dinosaurs get loose and eat you.
Remember Arianna Richards, from the original Jurassic Park? I kept trying to get a clip of one of her ear-piercing screams, but had to settle for this one instead.
Anyway, last night I thought of her to play Ellayne in the $150 million Bell Mountain movie that is in the process of not being made. If you’ve read No. 4, The Last Banquet, you know when and where a really piercing scream is necessary.
Yes, the movie contest didn’t fly… but that doesn’t mean you can’t go on playing it.
Okay, we all hate mosquitoes. But here in the continental U.S., what mosquitoes mostly do is annoy us. They don’t generally kill us with dreadful tropical diseases, like yellow fever or sleeping sickness, as they do in many other parts of the world.
Yep, they’re gonna try that in the Florida Keys. The way it’s supposed to work, the GMO skeeters are modified so that their offspring die before reaching maturity, and they will out-compete the regular mosquitoes and pretty soon, no more skeeters. And then the environment hangs out a “Help Wanted: New Mosquito Species” sign because there’s now an empty niche to fill. With worse mosquitoes, maybe.
Somebody please cue that Jurassic Park music. And switch on our flashing neon sign: the one that says We’re In Control!
Oh, come now–what could go wrong?
Well, we won’t know, will we, until after it has gone wrong and the genie is out of the bottle. Our modern egotism encourages us to blunder into things without regard for unforeseen consequences that could have been foreseen if only someone had taken a bit more time to think about it! But hey, we’re smarter than God, we’ve got Science, we can do anything we want–
Could we please think this over just a bit longer? Pretty please?
Michael Crichton spent his adult life writing best-sellers and expanding his knowledge of the sciences. When he rebelled against Global Warming dogma by writing State of Fear, the Left turned against him viciously. But I wonder what they thought of these paragraphs from his Jurassic Park sequel, The Lost World:
The project director flat-out denies they have any interest in doing what was done in the Jurassic Park movies, and then describes what they’re gonna do, which is exactly what they did in Jurassic Park and its sequels. They don’t want the whole mammoth: just the bits that resist cold. So they’ll mix mammoth DNA with elephant DNA and grow the critters in the laboratory. Psst, dude! That’s exactly how they got into all that trouble in Jurassic World!
The idea is to fight off Global Warming by turning a whole buncha mammoth-elephant-whatevers loose in Siberia to knock down the trees and trample the snow, which will keep the permafrost from suddenly thawing out because of SUVs and toilet paper and oh man oh man we’re all gonna die–!
Absent from the calculation is knowledge of what caused mammoths to go extinct in the first place, not to mention any sure knowledge of just how they interacted with their environment, and with what result. Which came first–the extinction of the woolly mammoth, or the forests that now cover much of Siberia where the mammoths used to live?
Aw, hell, we don’t need to know all that stuff before we grow a million mammoths in the lab and sick ’em on the trees.