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January 24, 2007
Boy, for once Stantis is right. If stem cell research could find a way to 'cure' male pattern baldness the white, male, bald GOP would be all over it like it was a teen male page half-bent over a desk reaching for a stapler placed just too far out of reach, his rear end just slightly upturned as if to say, 'I'd sure like a 60-year-old man to take a Viagra so his mishapen, flaccid, wrinkled penis would become erect so he could rend me for a good 2-3 minutes before he ejaculates and crumbles in a god-fearing heap on the ground, sobbing, hugging himself, hating himself, rocking slowly back and forth.'
But cancer, paralysis, Parkinson's, ALS...that kind of thing? Nah. Let God sort those out. That's why He gets paid the big bucks.
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He gets paid the big bucks? Come on! Waitresses are supposed to receive 15% of the bill and tithing only requires 10%. Dude needs a better agent.
Posted by: Sacki at January 24, 2007 11:26 AM
Okay, I'm no scientist, but they wouldn't have to kill Winslow to get his coyote cells, right? Couldn't they just take them from all those unised fertilized eggs created when coyotes go in for IVF, eggs that would otherwise be discarded, but which we can never, ever confuse with abortion because tramps and hussies have abortions, while God-fearing family-loving affluent suburban people who vote Republican go for IVF. Right?
(And I'm not knocking people who have IVF, just pointing out that your average "life begins at conception" politician ain't gonna touch that one. Certainly not a "life begins at conception" guy whose wife probably did fertility treatments before getting pregnant with his twins.)
Annie
Posted by: Annie at January 24, 2007 01:54 PM
