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Mac Makes Me Think...

Reynolds vs. Reynolds: The Cereal Defense is yet another episode of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia that is a must watch. For those of you who are not familiar with the show, get watching! It's Always Sunny is sick, wrong, hilarious, brilliant, and often exactly on point. This particular episode started out like most of them; with something absolutely ridiculous. But I do not want to discuss anything but the end, and no worries, I will not spoil anything as the scene of focus has nothing to do with the rest of the episode!


Mac wants to prove that evolution is just a myth. Dee, Denis, Charlie, and Frank, being completely rational (I use this loosely) adults believe that evolution is the real deal. Most know my views on this, but if you do not, I totally believe in the theory of evolution...I believe it continues to happen daily. 

However, Mac's argument, or presentation rather, did make me re-think my stance. If only for a minute, Mac had me questioning myself. Basically, Mac's whole argument consisted of the fact that most of us have never personally seen any of these fossils and get most of our information from books that have been written by "a bunch of guys". This was his rebuttal to Dennis saying that the bible was written by "a bunch of guys" and Mac was just relying on "faith". Mac completely turned this point around in his favor, simply by pointing out that, in a sense, Dennis and the rest of the gang are "Dare I say, taking a leap of faith" by believing in evidence that they have never seen. He really does have a point, I thought to myself.

I have most certainly returned to my understanding of evolution and believing that the Bible is just a book, but I think it is wonderful that It's Always Sunny made me actually "think". Not all television shows do this and this spectacular series should be recognized more for the intellect behind it. Sure, the gang does some pretty horribly awful acts and makes unbelievably ridiculous mistakes, but that is the point. We all do and Dee, Denis, Charlie, Mac, and Frank encapsulate all of those acts and mistakes into one series!

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