I'm pretty damned tired of science trying to "debunk" cool stuff like extra-sensory perception, remote viewing, perpetual motion and x-ray vision. Bending spoons with your mind isn't "bunk"!
So I'm turning the tables. First up: "Sir" Isaac Newton. Aside from the fig thing, the guy was a quack. This morning, I took on the hokum about two objects of different mass falling at equal rates. (Yeh, this one's just asking for some dis-provin')
So my wife puts out both hands, palms-up. In one hand, I put a tennis ball; in the other, a supercharged 1963 Studebaker Avanti.
Bam! Just like that, the Avanti's on the ground. Damn-near got her new Skecher roly-poly workout shoe that makes her butt like J. Lo's.
So then - and hey, here's the science-y part -I have her switch hands. (Man, am I clever.). Same damn thing.
Eyes closed. With all the grease wiped off the Avanti as good as I could do with my bowling ball towel. AMC Javelin. I even found an old, white tennis ball Rex hadn't total ate.
Take that! SIN-man.