Intelligent Design vs Evolution??

Can someone explain to me what the dabate is about?
Why would anyone be concerned about their children learning science?

Science is not about answers. It's about methodology.
Neither Evolution nor Intelligent Design belong in a science class. Science class should be about learning how to create theories, test those theories and draw logical conclusions. Science is of course not the only approach. Children can also learn other methods in Philosophy, Theology, Math, even recess. But what Science is should be unequivocal. If any teacher thinks they're job is to feed children answers, they are not teaching science.

Please teach children how to think, give them an appreciation for learning, and allow them to form their own conclusions!

If humanity was a stock...

I would short it. In any successful enterprise all the pieces need to work together in a concerted and productive manner. The most effective entities exist in environments that favor their true nature, and thus they thrive by simply being true to their nature. But now look at our species. Would anyone admire our clever use of resources? Our lofty standards? Our harmonious efficiency?

The human child is programmed to receive affection from its family and learn through playing. But today the extended family is disbanded, the parents are at work, and siblings apathetic in their stupifying electronic world. Schools are impersonal robot factories that suck any creativity and curiosity out of young minds. Otherwise normal kids are pushed into existential bewilderment and emotional isolation at ever younger ages.

The teen and young adult is naturally charged with sexual energy and adventurous independence. But due to the demands of our ever more complex society, they must be incarcerated in school until they either assimilate or fail. In natural societies early teens couple and start families in sync with their natural urges and energy. In our civilized society they are kept frustrated and forced to find artificial outlets. At best they learn economic competition, entitlement and social cynicism. At worst they succumb to drugs, violence and indecency.

The full adult should be a paragon of strength and a beacon of wisdom. Yet all too often modern adults are still emotionally immature and physically depraved. They are ladened with emotional hang-ups, obesity and destructive habits. These pinnacles of humanity are often insecure, self-indulgent, and confused. They have yet to find the right path and cannot convincingly lead the youth.

Nature is not kind to the older adult. Having procreated and raised their offspring, elders are no longer needed. Instead of becoming a liability to the group, they become prey or succumb early to disease. But in our society the euphemistically titled "middle aged" hold most of the power and the wealth, under a pallor of greed and fear. Cold greed built up from jealousies and regrets after having played the game for so long. Fear from knowledge of their encroaching feebleness and mortality. Post-retirement they are unnatural and costly aberrations, the living dead.

These pessimistic characterizations are one-sided to make a point, but do possess the ring of truth. Of course, no one in their right mind wants to go back to the old, natural ways. From our cushy vantage they seem barbaric and defeatist. Yet with every year we drift further from our nature, and farther from our center. In nature, any creature so far from its normal environs would go extinct. "Fortunately" for us, our unique intelligence keeps us artificially prosperous beyond any natural design.

But how long can this contrived creature survive? How much would you pay for this bubbliest of all stocks?

"Bumpy M&M"

On the bowl before me sit five M&M's. Three of them are chocolate only--which I don't like. The two others are peanut filled, one orange and one blue. I anticipate leading their smooth bodies on a brief tour of my mouth, then prodding them gently to the premolars where with a mercifully quick crack of their shiny surface their true nature will be revealed.

I reach for the blue one first. A welcomed cool sweetness, followed by slight disappointment when the tongue discovers no correlation between color and taste. Then the teeth take charge: A climax of sensation as brittle shell, smooth milk chocolate and earthy peanut explode on the tastebuds, igniting a lusty rush of enzymes and a dance of rapid chewing that sends the psyche to futures past... sadly culminating in a premature swallow.

On to the orange one. Reaching out I notice something odd about this one. It is oblong and bumpy. Its pale, white 'm' sitting crooked as if sliding off a camel's back. I figure there must be two peanuts inside. But being in a contemplative mood I wonder again why the shape is so odd, almost like a chrysalis. I imagine a small body, its outline distorted by the smooth chocolate. An accident at the factory, unlikely, but always possible given the ubiquity of small creatures. Or maybe a machine part, a piece of rubber from a frayed belt, or an earplug lost by one of the workers...

I leave behind this bumpy orange M&M.
Go ahead, it's yours. Isn't it great how they're not all the same?