Blame it on Scooby Doo

I'm probably one of your more cynical, take it with a grain of salt, kinda guys you'll have met in a while. I have a simple theory as to why. Scooby Doo. Think about it. Whenever there was a supernatural phenomenon, a small group of teenagers, and their dog, would find some reasonable, scientific explanation for why this thing occurred. One could argue that this may have been a reflection of popular culture, mirroring the faith in science arising in that generation. Reflection this may be, but it invariably was passed from one generation to the next. I, as most of you know, am an atheist. I believe that science can, or will, explain those things that we cannot. But it goes beyond science and theology. Scooby taught me to question what my senses told me. Rather than to believe, naively, as Shaggy and Scooby, I was taught that Fred, Velma, and Daphne were the logical, sensible part of the team. Well, maybe not Daphne, she was just there to entertain Fred, but hey, maybe that's where my attraction to red-heads came from (smart AND sexy! how can I lose?). Scooby Doo taught me that looking at things critically meant that you were not the stupid stoner character in this cartoon of life. I think too, that it taught me not to get taken in by clever disguises and cheap rhetoric. These two lessons are the most important of anyone's life, and quite frankly, I'm thankful for it. So to all of you who snub your noses at Saturday morning cartoons, just remember the little life lessons embedded in all of those shows your kids are watching. Thanks Scoob, you deserve a Scooby Snack.