“Maybe we used too much frog DNA…”
The Nuffield Council on Bioethics has said it’s okay for scientists to proceed with work on “genome editing” of human babies, to produce what we might call “designer babies” or “GMO babies” (https://www.theguardian.com/science/2018/jul/17/genetically-modified-babies-given-go-ahead-by-uk-ethics-body). Or even “Franken-babies.”
Get this: Go ahead, said the council, “if it was in the future child’s interest and did not add to the kinds of inequality that already divide society.”
What? What are they talking about? Are these people quite all there? Like, it’s okay to genetically mess around with a baby as long as it doesn’t make him “better” than others, in some way, any way? Well, if it doesn’t, then why the devil do it? Or maybe for every “improvement” the genetic editors make, they’d have to “dis-improve” the baby somewhere else. “We’re going to make your baby very intelligent, Mrs. Windsor, but we don’t want to leave others feeling that they’re not equal to him–so we’re also going to make him frightfully ugly.”
Really, you wonder about the kind of people we have sitting around up there, making decisions for us. What loony bin did they escape from?
Hello? Hello? Didn’t any of these doofuses ever see Jurassic Park? Messing about with genetics leads to results that are inherently unpredictable. And the dinosaurs get loose and eat you.
Leftids keep promising us a “summer of rage,” unless we give in and let them have open borders and transgender bathrooms and jail for Climbit Change deniers. Two years ago, in Ferguson, MO, we got a preview of the sort of thing they want to do this summer. Only there was one slight glitch.
What’s this country coming to, when you can’t get paid for an honest day’s rioting?
It’s Supreme Court appointment time, which means that once again its time for leftids to defend abortion “rights.” Abortion is their sacrament, you see.
Don’t believe me?
In 2013, at a rally in Houston, abortion zealots chanted “Hail, Satan!” I offer this re-post as a reminded of what we’re up again.
Hey, they said it, not me.
(If it gets more vile than this, I don’t want to know about it.)
Thou shalt not take the name of the LORD thy God in vain. –The Third Commandment
“God bless abortion!” cried the alleged comedian hosting Netflix’s “Salute to Abortion,” this past Sunday (https://www.cnsnews.com/blog/craig-bannister/netflix-airs-salute-abortion-host-declares-god-bless-abortions).
They poured pseudo-patriotic goo all over it, too, with flags and drums and the alleged comedian wearing a drum majorette’s costume. Yowsah, yowsah. “Celebrate abortion!”
They’re going to need a hotter Hell.
Be warned, Ms. Smart-ass: that’s where you’re going, unless you change your tune. And once you’re in, they’ll never let you out.
I have to go to the laundromat today, and again The View will be on TV–they just have to have a television set in the laundromat, in case you want to watch something other than the clothes going round and round inside the dryer. I think I prefer the dryer.
Trying to get everything written, two hours gets torn out of my day.
BTW, I’m convinced it’s true about daytime TV killing flies.
“Jazz”–I really cannot bring myself to believe that anyone ever named a baby “Jazz”–Jennings, the reality TV star boy who insists he’s a girl, was in the news again recently, all jollied up because his “gender confirmation surgery” was, ahem, “successful,” and now he really truly honest-to-Pete is a girl, blah-blah. Barf bag, please.
“Jazz” rose to celebrity in 2015, as reported at the time:
Would it be wrong to suggest that this boy’s mother be put to death? I don’t recall a father ever having been mentioned; but then I don’t delve too deeply into things like this. My stomach won’t stand it.
The truth is that “Jazz” was born male and is still male, no matter what a surgeon does to him, because every single one of millions of cells in his body has the Y-chromosome, which makes him unalterably male. Leftids can deny that till they’re blue in the face, but it’s the truth and they’re the ones who live a lie.
Still feeling a little woozy (but very much better, thank you), and almost forgot to post this week’s Newswithviews column.
The people who are supposed to be taking care of our civilization–well, I guess the kindest way to put it would be to say they’re falling down on the job. On purpose.
I’ve never eaten Lucky Charms cereal. Too many different dyes in it. But now I have another reason. BTW, I do have cereal for breakfast several times a week. I’m a Kix man.
Well, now Lucky Charms has a new “Magical Unicorn” figure played by a child actor of indeterminate sex (https://fellowshipoftheminds.com/2018/07/02/general-mills-pushing-a-gender-fluid-agenda-with-lucky-charms-commercial/). I would let this pass, only in 2013 Lucky Charms–it’s a General Mills cereal–came out strong to “celebrate LBGT pride.” So we think we know where they hang their hat.
This is a product pitched to children. They’re also pitching sexual confusion. Sort of like the public schools and most of our professional sports teams do, nowadays.
The assorted dyes is not the only thing you shouldn’t allow your kids to be consuming.
What can be said for an age in which even children’s breakfast cereal carries a sexual message?
Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin…
Okay, I ask again: You send your sons and daughters to these colleges because __________? Fill in the blank and win a tin foil hat!
In the latest example of what kind of kooks are “educating” your children at these looniversities, a UCLA professor of “LGBT and Disability Studies,” whatever that is, died while taking part in a “ritual mummification” thing (really, I don’t know what to call it) at the home of a Hollywood executive (http://www.foxnews.com/us/2018/07/01/ucla-professor-dies-in-mummification-ritual-at-hollywood-executives-home.html). They got together there to enjoy “bondage.” The mummification ritual was supposed to be “recreational.” I think I’d rather play softball.
The prof had himself wrapped up in plastic wrap and duct tape, and then stopped breathing. They couldn’t unwrap him in time to save his life.
Oh, but he was a with-it dude! He didn’t use “gendered pronouns.”
How much money did parents have to pony up to pay him to “teach” their children–and what on earth did he “teach” them?
De-fund the universities. Before it’s too late.