This news item caught my eye because it’s a “news of the weird” type of story:
NEW YORK — A New York City man who plunged 40 stories from the rooftop of an apartment building has survived after crashing onto a parked car.
But then there was this bit:
The car’s owner, Guy McCormack, of Old Bridge, N.J., told the Daily News he’s convinced that rosary beads he kept inside the Dodge saved Magill’s life.
Can we please stop lending credibility to such obvious superstitious nonsense by repeating it uncritically?
If the car’s owner had attributed the man’s survival to a statuette of Ganesh on his dash, or a voodoo amulet, or a lucky Mickey Mantle rookie card, would it be taken as seriously? If not, then why are magic beads more plausible?
ObPunchline: You’re a mean drunk, Superman.