Description: "You will notice that it lacks definiteness; that it lacks purpose; that it lacks coherence; that it lacks a subject to talk about; that it is loose and wabbly; that it wanders around; that it loses itself early and does not find itself early and does not find itself any more." —Mark Twain
Well who knows what is happening to Twitter, where most of my stray writing has gone in recent years. My lifeboat will be at Mastodon .
I wrote this back when I worked at NCSE , and it still brings me joy. If you don’t recall the events of the Kitzmiller v. Dover trial, there are great resources at TalkOrigins and perhaps the definitive contemporaneous account in The New Yorker (as well as the books referenced in the poem below).
’Twas the night before Kitzmas and all through the land, No creationist was stirring, not even Ken Ham; The briefs had been drafted and filed with great care, In hopes that Judge Jones’s decision’d be fair; The plaintiffs were nestled all snug in their beds, While Bill of Rights visions ran round in their heads; And Nick blogged for PT , and Vic played The Boss , And fretted and fussed o’er the chance of a loss, When over the wires there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was th