Everybody loves the sun. It gives us light, it gives us ever-clean solar energy, it gives us trees, therefore giving us oxygen. Yes, the sun is a good guy. One might love the sun so much, they might want to tilt their eyes heavenward and take a nice long look. It is very pretty, indeed, until it starts to burn their retinas. Before they know it, they end up blinded for the rest of their lives.

When a theory is paper-thin, there is a feverish attempt to strengthen it with bits of irrelevant information. A researcher will scout out tiny details in every bit of text, and each detail is stretched like canvas on a frame until they become farfetched and make a reader go, "Ow. My brain hurts." This is when the reader shuts off his or her brain to retaining any further information and leaving them...