But instead of an outraged theoretical physicist (LOVE those guys) lambasting those string theory whippersnappers, I get Gregg Easterbrook's first paragraph:
The leading universities are dominated by hooded monks who speak in impenetrable mumbo-jumbo; insist on the existence of fantastic mystical forces, yet can produce no evidence of these forces; and enforce a rigid guild structure of beliefs in order to maintain their positions and status.Aw, shit.
The sure sign of a science crank is when the writer starts pulling out references to 'rigid beliefs' and 'mumbo-jumbo'. Fortunately there aren't many of these writers, but the ones who do exist tend to get a lot of space in publications. The reasons for this are simple: they serve the interests of the anti-science crowd, and they make for catchy headlines.
I continue to read, figuring that jackhole could just be using an inflammatory lede to catch the reader's interest. Sadly this was not the case, and Mr. Easterbrook took me on a lively jaunt through the fascinating world of crap science journalism. Take in the aroma of this particular pile of shit, referring to crazy-person Lee Smolin's theory that the universe was created specifically for people to live in it:
The physics establishment reacted adversely to Smolin's cosmic natural selection because the idea implies direction: Over time, existence progresses toward a condition more to the liking of beings such as us. In recent decades it has become essential at the top of academia to posit utter meaninglessness to all aspects of physics. Multiverse thinking is as meaningless as it gets—thousands or billions of universes uninhabitable and pointless, ours just a random-chance variation signifying nothing.Sweet! Did you get the whole 'meaningless and pointless' line, because that's my favorite. It's another tactic of the anti-science crowd, casting aspersions on scientific theories that do not lead in some convoluted way to the notion that humans are special and there's a big invisible dude in robes who wants us all to put the penis in the vagina, not the rectum. Easterbrook sort of sneaks it in there, so to make sure the more stupid elements of his readers get it, he really rubs it in a few graphs later:
Today if a professor at Princeton claims there are 11 unobservable dimensions about which he can speak with great confidence despite an utter lack of supporting evidence, that professor is praised for incredible sophistication. If another person in the same place asserted there exists one unobservable dimension, the plane of the spirit, he would be hooted down as a superstitious crank.Ah, and there it is: the money shot. A big glob of Jesus juice in your eye. These out of control, fanciful string theorists get away with researching an unobservable phenomenon, but when I try and tell them about Moses turning sticks into snakes and Satan, they just laugh at me!
Sadly, I got suckered into reading almost the entire article before getting juiced. Curious as to who Gregg Easterbrook is, I did a bit of Googling. Should have done that first, because he's a real winner. Apparently he's an editor for The New Republic , which should certify his batshit insanity all by itself. He also thinks that global warming is acceptable because we ate real good this last century, and the Jew bosses at movie production companies shouldn't worship money more than non-violence.
It's taken me a while to get to my point, so I'll make it and STFU: Easterbrook is not a scientist, nor does he appear qualified to comment on the scientific method. He's clearly an idiot, but he's also a biased idiot with an agenda. This does not further scientific progress, as he claims he is doing, but rather inhibits it. It turns the public away from funding groundbreaking, new science, and grows the emnity between the mouthbreathers in the Red States and the scientific establishment they don't understand. In short, writing like this is why people don't know the truth of things, and why non-science is being pushed upon our public schools. If I were a scientist in real life, and not just in Half-Life 2, I would be fairly pissed about this 'science' article in Slate.