This bothers you to no end. I know. And I love it. I love the way you cringe and howl and bellow and call me crazy. It delights me how you believe in this bunkum. You psephological tyro. You child.
“If by some fiat I had to restrict all this writing to one sentence, this is the one I would choose: The summit of Mt. Everest is marine limestone.” (Basin and Range, quoted by Stephen Jay Gould in The New York Review of Books.) Think about that.