So, does this particular non sequitur (“something in biology is information and/or a code, therefore it has to have been put there by an intelligent agent”) ever die? And do those who raise it realize that it has, and can have, no traction, ever?
The thing gets reworded, and reworded, and reworded. It is as though those who propose it somehow think that if they can just find the right particular set of words to describe it, this will somehow seal the deal.
I sort of miss the days before ID Creationism. Back then, there was a certain innocent charm to the “wellll, lookitallthestuff! How c’n there be all this stuff and babies and sunsets and crap, and no god?” line of argument. Yes, the “everything is too complicated to be anything but the product of design” argument dated back to the Paley-O-Lithic, but it was usually regarded as just one arrow in the vast quiver of creationist non sequiturs, one more weapon in the “baffle 'em with bullshit” arsenal. At least the “lookit all the stuff” creationist didn’t pretend to have some sort of intellectual involvement in the thing, and just sort of shoved the personal incredulity element out, front and center, in a cute “I dare you to force me to believe things I don’t wanna” play. At no point was novelty or intellectual worthwhileness pretended to. Dull, yes, repetitious, yes; but it had a kind of earnestness which might have lent it dignity if it were ever so slightly less absurd.
But after ID arrived, and a sufficient number of people smoked or otherwise ingested a Stephen Meyer book or two, for some reason the pattern changed.
Now they keep building the giant Trojan rabbit and pushing it to the door again, and again, and again. Where Bedevere’s suggestion of a giant wooden badger failed to persuade his comrades, in this case it’s rewording after rewording. Didn’t like the argumentum ex leporis? How about the argumentum ex sciurus? And so the same bloody non sequitur just keeps rolling up to the gate, very thinly disguised in new clothes, and is apparently meant to be taken seriously each and every last time.
At some point, I think it may be necessary to just go “fetchez la vache,” and have it over with.