![]() Joyous hump day everybody! It was a long overnight as Cousin Fred and I stayed up to debate The Trump’s decision to pull the U.S. out of the Iran nuclear treaty. Things got surly around 3AM when Cousin Fred slammed his shot glass on the table (it’s not a proper debate without a bottle of Patron) and began speaking in tongues (specifically Farsi…tequila will do that to you). I’m not sure what he was saying, but I think it had to do with referring to me as an infidel pig. Honestly, I’m at a loss to figure this thing out, or at least The Trump’s motives for ripping it up. I know, I know, he claims it’s a flawed deal that should never have been signed. All his stupid minions are parroting that language in front of any camera that happens to have a charged battery and is powered on. There is speculation that he is using this action as leverage in his upcoming talks with NoKo. Just showing the NoKos that the U.S. won’t put up with any nonsense when it comes to negotiating a deal. Really? If The Trump is looking for a reason why the NoKos would roll over so easily, I’m thinking the dummies are beginning to realize it’s a failed state and is handing off a de facto surrender. And, there was so much work that went into the signing of that agreement. Months of intense negotiations in Vienna. All for naught now, I reckon. Long time followers of this stupid blog, all four of you, may recall that CCB was able to embed an operative inside the negotiations in Vienna in the closing days of those historic talks. Follow that link and you can see firsthand how John Kerry (then Secretary of State) roughed up the Iranians into going along with the deal (spoiler alert: it had to do with cans of Vienna sausages…no, really). So, it’s a bit perplexing to me what The Trump’s actual motivation is for pissing off the Iranians and indeed most of the world by making his announcement yesterday. Hmmmm…well, it did take some of the heat off over the Stormy Daniels debacle and the who-paid-who-and-when nonsense. At least for 24 hours. As the bottom of the Patron bottle was nearing and Cousin Fred was becoming increasingly surly, he mentioned something I’d not heard of heretofore (always enjoy throwing that word around). It seems that a company in the U.K. has developed a gene repair kit that sells for around $300. And, no, I didn’t say a jean repair kit a person could use to put material back on uber-distressed blue jeans and wear them to work…Millennial dolts. No, these are the genes your college microbiology instructor was talking about as you were sleeping in class. The kits were designed to fight things like sickle cell anemia, cystic fibrosis, and muscular dystrophy. AND, the kits are available online. Isn’t technology great?! There’s just one problem. Apparently, a person (say, a criminal) could use one of the kits to manipulate their own DNA thus giving that person a new identity and rendering their sample in a police DNA database useless. It’s like I’m always saying, you develop a new and advanced technology and sooner or later someone will find a way to defeat it. There is a lot of controversy over the kits among scientists who can’t seem to agree how easy the kits are to use. Of course, the company selling the kits makes it sound like anyone could do it. The one thing law enforcement seems to have going for it is that basically people, particularly criminals, are stupid. This isn’t insert tab a into slot b kind of basement technology. You’ll need a somewhat sterile environment and it is therapy. It’s going to take some basic science knowledge and TIME to work. As Cousin Fred is always talking about disappearing “off the radar scope” and living out his life on the island of St. Vincent, he feels he needs to get one of the kits. I told him to charge ahead and let me know how the process goes. I figure inside of six weeks, he’ll be covered in fur, barking, and chasing vehicles in front of The Compound. That is all! Comments are closed.
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