9-11 reductase

Everyone has been wondering about bloody Osama. My minions have been so distracted that they have been something resembling efficient little minions. Thankfully, this will not last and my domain will revert to its jello like self.

Some PETAtard has been carrying on about how horribly we treat our animals. It is horrible actually. Quite horrible. But, they are animals and we treat them better than the animals that end up in the fresh carrion department at Safeway or Savemart. Is it better that we ignore the flow of carrion, one Supermarket of which eclipses in a month the entire nation's medical research animals for a year? This carrion is sold so that fat people may dine gustily upon lip smacking fare. Is that a nicer thing than doing research that might help a person recover from horrible burns?

Ah, but this is a world of tough choices. I choose carrion eating and medical research. Yes, it makes this university money hand over fist. Yes, it does. God only knows what we would do without it. But, well, this flesh is weak, and I just like the tast of nicely prepared carrion of almost any kind. Medical research? I think it's a good thing.

I see in "The Scientist" that some idiot thinks that universities will ever do anything about the profitards thieving, nasty, petty tinpot dictatorial ways. What passes for education these days in Britain is a shocking thing. Universities could give a rats nether region about such rot. We need the money, and some of the worst thieving varmint profitards are very profitable indeed. So, what do we care if some doormat grad student gets shoved aside at the last minute by a ratbag beyatch profitard? What do we care if some dark skinned professloser gets shafted by some child of privilege who steals his ideas? We give such scum corner offices! Yes we do! Because we don't give a hillbilly holler in hell about an-y-thing but the m-o-n-e-y!