Temporary scientist Frank J. says that we can’t handle the truth:
Son, we live in a world that has walls. And those walls have to have scientific equipment on them to gather data, and that data studied by men with computers. Who’s going to do it? A layman like you? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for the global warming skeptics and curse the climatologists. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know — that the crushing of data contrary to global warming, while tragic, probably saved grant money. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to the layman, creates scientific consensus. You don’t want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don’t talk about on Twitter, you want me on that wall. You need me on that wall studying those measurements you can’t even begin to comprehend.
I’m ashamed to have questioned such noble and selfless people.
Somebody back me up here . . .
Isn’t there this Hollywood cliche of the lone scientist-inventor, with some manner of rig that is staving off the Alien Invasion, but which the pitchfork and torch wielding locals have decided is a public nuisance or perhaps even the cause of the Alien Invasion, and when the mob comes to tear it down, our misunderstood here declaims,
“Fools! All of you!”
They laughed at Newton, and Einstein.
And Henny Youngman.