Evolutionists are quick to claim that anybody wishing to do away with evolution must demonstrate something to replace it with; my answer has always been that you could replace it with just about anything, i.e. you couldn't do worse than a theory requiring an essentially infinite sequence of zero-probability events. In other words, you might could buy off on a theory requiring one or two probabilistic miracles in the history of the world, but not something which stands everything we know about mathematics and probability on its head.

My own choice for something to replace evolution would be any sort of an old Coasters' album from around 1959 with a cut of "Run Red, Run" on it.

Lieber and Stoller (The Coasters) described a process for going from a monkey to a man back in the mid 50's, and all which was involved was a simple process of education and assimilation.

Occam's principle thus in fact demands that the Lieber/Stoller process be preferred over evolution. Named after Friar William Occam, the principle, sometimes known as "Occam's Razor" is generally interpreted to mean that of two competing theories with equal explanitory power, the simpler should be chosen. Scientists generally adhere to it.

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The Lieber/Stoller solution: (as it is sung on the Coasters' recent Forever Gold Album)

Forever Gold

Well, Red went an baught imself a monkey
bought im from a pawnshop brokah
He taught the monkey how to guzzle beah
an e taught im how to play stud pokah
last night they was gamblin in the kitchen
The monkey he was takin a beatin
The Monkey said 'Red,
I'm gonna shooot you dead,
because I know darn well ya been cheatin

You bettah Run Red Run, cause he's got yo gun,
an he's aimin it at yo head
Boogity boogity boogity boogity
Run Red Run, cause he got yo gun, an he's aimin it at yo head
Whoa! Boogity
You better git up an wail, you better move yo tail,
befo he fills it fulla lead

Well, Red jumped up an he started to move
like P-80 sabre jet
he zoomed around the corner an he dissappeared
an everybody started to bet
You know, the race was on, you know the chase was on,
an Red he sure could run
But let me tell you sport, don't play that monkey short,
cause he's a travelin son of a gun...

Long saxaphone solo

Well, the monkey trapped Red in the parkin lot,
long along the avenue
The monkey said 'Red, you made a man outta me,
now I'm gonna make a monkey outta you',
Gimme yo car keys, an gimme yo watch,
give em to me or I'll shoot,
I'm gonna put on, yo new stetson hat,
an go to town in yo new brown suit

You bettah Run Red Run, cause he's got yo gun,...