16th April 2005, 10:32 PM
Who needs evidence? Think about this.
Imagine it's 1862, the Civil War is in full swing. Imagine that instead of going up against the Army of the Potomac, the Confederate Army of Northern Virginia encounters U.S. troops from the present day, and they engage in combat.
The modern-day American troops have automatic weaponry, night-vision, stun-grenades, flamethrowers, mines, radio, and vehicles of war. The ANVA has nothing but cannon, artillery, rifles and smooth-bore muskets. 100 American troops open fire on 10,000 Confederates, each firing several rounds per second. The Condederates can fire their rifles perhaps twice a minute. One American officer can use radio to coordinate hundreds of men who may be miles apart. One Confederate officer must rely on subordinates, using nothing but their voice or paper dispatches. The Americans roll through the Confederate lines with heavily-armored Abrams M-51 tanks, monstrous behemoths that the Confederate soldiers are powerless to stop. Air Support is called in. Apache gunships hover in the air and spray thousands of bullets per second from wing-mounted mini-guns. F-18 jets fire missiles and Stealth bombers drop bunkerbusters of incredible power directly into masses of enemy soldiers and fortifications, against which the Confederate army has no chance of defending. Finally, in the middle of the night, the American infantry, using night-vision and radio, move quickly and stealthily using armored convoys that can move three times as fast as any horse and hold a dozen times as many men, totally catching the enemy unprepared and unable to fight back.
The concepts for all of these technologies were totally unknown in 1862. The common Confederate soldier, faced with such advanced technology, would have no logical concept of what he was facing. He would attribute it to magic, for nothing known to them could explain tanks, nightvision, radio, etc. That is what the law means. If someone someday develops technology that allows man to wave his hand and create lightning storms and cure wounds, we today might call it magic.
Imagine it's 1862, the Civil War is in full swing. Imagine that instead of going up against the Army of the Potomac, the Confederate Army of Northern Virginia encounters U.S. troops from the present day, and they engage in combat.
The modern-day American troops have automatic weaponry, night-vision, stun-grenades, flamethrowers, mines, radio, and vehicles of war. The ANVA has nothing but cannon, artillery, rifles and smooth-bore muskets. 100 American troops open fire on 10,000 Confederates, each firing several rounds per second. The Condederates can fire their rifles perhaps twice a minute. One American officer can use radio to coordinate hundreds of men who may be miles apart. One Confederate officer must rely on subordinates, using nothing but their voice or paper dispatches. The Americans roll through the Confederate lines with heavily-armored Abrams M-51 tanks, monstrous behemoths that the Confederate soldiers are powerless to stop. Air Support is called in. Apache gunships hover in the air and spray thousands of bullets per second from wing-mounted mini-guns. F-18 jets fire missiles and Stealth bombers drop bunkerbusters of incredible power directly into masses of enemy soldiers and fortifications, against which the Confederate army has no chance of defending. Finally, in the middle of the night, the American infantry, using night-vision and radio, move quickly and stealthily using armored convoys that can move three times as fast as any horse and hold a dozen times as many men, totally catching the enemy unprepared and unable to fight back.
The concepts for all of these technologies were totally unknown in 1862. The common Confederate soldier, faced with such advanced technology, would have no logical concept of what he was facing. He would attribute it to magic, for nothing known to them could explain tanks, nightvision, radio, etc. That is what the law means. If someone someday develops technology that allows man to wave his hand and create lightning storms and cure wounds, we today might call it magic.
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