Hats off to Major League Baseball, which is displaying laudable sensitivity toward people with disabilities in the current World Series.
For example, Boston’s Eduardo Nunez (above and below), who is afflicted with St. Vitus’s dance, has been showcased several times, most notably in Game 3:
This “CRISPR” business is spooking me.
In the ‘70s, one of the most jolting movie scenes involved the sudden appearance of this “dog-man” (“man-dog”?) in Invasion of the Body Snatchers:
It was a startling moment, but it was also funny because everyone knew that such an abomination was impossible in real life.
Not so funny anymore; not if you read a few articles about gene-splicing, animal experimentation, and the ominous-sounding CRISPR. I mean, mice with human brains?
“He (Louis C.K.) asked if he could masturbate in front of me. Sometimes I’d go, ‘Fuck yeah I want to see that!’
“So sometimes, yeah, I wanted to see it, it was amazing.” — Sarah Silverman
If Sarah enjoys watching men jerk off, I suspect she’d get more than a few volunteers who’ve watched her in these movie scenes:
Listen. I’m no Sherlock Holmes, but since the pipe bombs all had her return address on them, it seems obvious that she must have done it.
I think it’s time we dispense with this expectation that, in times of national mourning, our president should act as “comforter in chief.”
Asking Donald Trump to soothe the nation’s nerves is like asking Larry Flynt to preside at a “Me Too” convention.
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