Saturday, October 29, 2005

I'm sick today

And I'm grumpy.

Does anyone in the country actually give a crap that poll X shows the Liberals at 38% compared to 26% for the Tories, while poll Y shows Libs 34% v. Tories 30%... I mean, come one. It's farking stupid. Everyone knows what's going to happen. There's going to be an election in the spring, and the Libs are going to win a minority. Polls schmolls. The only funny part is watching poor Jack Layton trying to get his little band above 17%. Go Jack go! You're so cute when your moustache is angry.

The number of people in the world whose opinions don't matter to me continues to increase rapidly.

Monday, October 17, 2005

Two great finds today

Thanks to Ronald Bailey of Reason Magazine's Hit & Run, I found today a very interesting take on stem cell research, ensoulment, and embryogenesis. No, really. When was the last time you read an article that contained not one, but two killer debating points?

Pointus the Firstus:
John Opitz, a professor of pediatrics, human genetics, and obstetrics and gynecology at the University of Utah, testified before the President's Council on Bioethics that between 60 and 80 percent of all naturally conceived embryos are simply flushed out in women's normal menstrual flows unnoticed. This is not miscarriage we're talking about. The women and their husbands or partners never even know that conception has taken place; the embryos disappear from their wombs in their menstrual flows. [...] Stepping onto dangerous theological ground, it seems that if human embryos consisting of one hundred cells or less are the moral equivalents of a normal adult, then religious believers must accept that such embryos share all of the attributes of a human being, including the possession of an immortal soul. So even if we generously exclude all of the naturally conceived abnormal embryos—presuming, for the sake of theological argument, that imperfections in their gene expression have somehow blocked the installation of a soul—that would still mean that perhaps 40 percent of all the residents of Heaven were never born, never developed brains, and never had thoughts, emotions, experiences, hopes, dreams, or desires.

Pointus the Secondus:
[M]illions of viable human embryos each year produced via normal conception fail to implant and never develop further. Does this mean America is suffering a veritable holocaust of innocent human life annihilated? Consider the claim made by right-to-life apologists like Robert George, a Princeton University professor of jurisprudence and a member of the President's Council on Bioethics, that every embryo is "already a human being." Does that mean that if we could detect such unimplanted embryos as they leave the womb, we would have a duty to rescue them and try to implant them anyway? [...] In right-to-life terms, normal unimplanted embryos are the moral equivalents of a 30-year-old mother of three children. Of course, culturally we do not mourn the deaths of these millions of embryos as we would the death of a child—and reasonably so, because we do in fact know that these embryos are not people. Try this thought experiment. A fire breaks out in a fertility clinic and you have a choice: You can save a three-year-old child or a Petri dish containing 10 seven-day old embryos. Which do you choose to rescue?


My second great find from today is thanks to Monte Solberg. My general disaffection for All Things Tory has basically put his blog on my no-fly list for a while, but I dropped by today and was richly rewarded:
I arrived at the Husky station in Strathmore this morning to find that gas had dropped to 95.9. This is better news than you know. With gas prices so high lately I have jumped on the alternative fuels bandwagon and have been planning to convert my truck so that it would run on whale oil. [...] My point was that as someone of Norwegian descent I thought I might apply to get a permit to hunt and render whales and run my truck on the oil. But with gas back under a dollar it probably doesn't make sense. Plus I'm a little foggy on the whole rendering process and on how to convert the truck engine.


If I were the type to have milk spray from my nose, this would have done the trick. I'm not, you know. But still. "Convert my truck so that it would run on whale oil"? Hahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Welcome to the gulch

He worries about the international criminal court, praises a "conservative" foreign policy position, disparages Liberal nanny-state daycare, and sings the praises of libertarian art.

Welcome to Galt's Gulch, friend! Always happy to have another like-minded soul in our little town.

Just when he thought he was out, we pulled him back in

Please join me in welcoming Alan of Occam's Carbuncle to The Journal of N=1. With two posts in the last two weeks, he's already bettered my posting frequency by about 100%.

Bastard.

Monday, October 03, 2005

Message to track-suited soccer moms everywhere

If you must keep up the pretense of exercising in public, please keep your untrained jackass of an Archetypal Suburban Golden RetrieverTM on a lead. Notwithstanding your plaintive protestations of his amiable nature, the growling and circling would suggest a somewhat more aggressive temperament. In any event, I really don't care how fucking friendly you think he is, I don't want to be his friend, and neither does my dog.


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