Of course, moments after I wrote the above, I saw a clip on TV of another personality from our fictional and anonymous Blenn Geck's totally politically neutral TV network. Let's call him Libb O'lierry. Ol' Libb has taken some heat recently for his foray into astrophysics, stating that he can conclusively prove divine intervention in the Universe as follows:
"Tide goes in, tide goes out, it always happens, never a miscommunication."
Apparently, some knowitall smartasses on the internet are insisting that the moon causes the tides, and that this has been well-understood for centuries, and that it does not require daily communication and planning on the part of either the moon or the tides. Those snooty elites all like,
"Ooh, look at me, I'm so smart, I took 8th grade science!" No doubt they're out of touch with the real world, sitting all high and mighty in the ivory towers of junior high school. Of course, Libb outsmarts those fools with another question they can't answer:
"You pinheads who attacked me for this, you guys are just desperate. Look, how'd the moon get there? How'd the sun get there? How'd it get there?"
Another bold example of a stupid question. Of course, context matters.
"How'd the moon get there?" was a great question in 1850. It's a great question if you're 5 years old, or if you were raised by wolves.
Especially if you were raised by wolves, because you've spent some time howling at it. In this case, however, it's either a stupid question or a symptom of a tragic mental illness. And what really makes it stupid is not so much asking it (which would still be fine, if done out of innocent curiosity), but asking it as a "gotcha" with the insinuation that it is unanswerable.
This is also a good time to plug my
"Raised by Wulvves" merchandise:
Apologies to Bellsporter for hijacking the thread! I couldn't help myself. I hope I answered your real question well enough earlier.