PayPal founder thinks you want meat from a printer…
Everybody loves a good hamburger. Part of the reason for that is that its a safe food. We all know where it comes from and how it was made. It’s hard to screw up a hamburger beyond undercooking it. Would you still eat a hamburger if it was made by a 3D printer?
PayPal founder Peter Thiel thinks that 3D printed hamburgers are pretty neat, and he bets that you will too. That’s why he recently donated anywhere between £160,000 to £220,000 to Modern Meadow, a Missouri-based company that wants to make meat with 3D printers.
So how exactly does this 3D meat printing work? Modern Meadow says that they can layer mixtures of cells via 3D printers and come out with a specific structure. In this case, the structure would be a hamburger, steak, or any other kind of meat. Their current goal is to print an edible piece of meat that’s less than a half a millimeter thick.
The kicker here is that their meat wouldn’t be real meat, but just have the flavor and consistency. They hope that the food will appeal to vegetarians or religious folks whose doctrines forbid them from eating meat. They do foresee, however, that general consumers might be somewhat turned away by the idea even though 3D printed meat promises to be safer on the environment and your heart.
Pelosi and Reid Have A Plan…..
Nancy Pelosi called Harry Reid into her office one day and said, “Harry, I have a plan to win back Middle America in 2012!”
“Great Nancy, but how?” asked Harry.
“We’ll get some cheesy clothes and shoes, like MOST Middle Class Americans wear, then stop at the pound and pick up a Labrador retriever. Then we’ll go to a nice old country bar in Montana and show them how much admiration and respect we have for the hard working people living there.”
So they did and found just the place they were looking for in Bozeman, Montana. With the dog in tow they walked inside and stepped up to the bar.
The bartender took a step back and said,” Hey! Aren’t you Harry Reid and Nancy Pelosi?”
“Yes we are! said Nancy, And what a lovely town you have here. We were passing through and Harry suggested we stop and take in some local color.”
They ordered a round of bourbon for the whole bar, and started chatting up a storm with anyone who would listen.
A few minutes later a grizzled old rancher came in, walked up to the Labrador, lifted up its tail, looked underneath, shrugged his shoulders and walked out. A few moments later in came another old rancher. He walked up to the dog, lifted up its tail, looked underneath, scratched his head and left the bar.
For the next hour another dozen ranchers came in, lifted the dogs tail and left shaking their heads.
Finally, Nancy asked, “Why did all those old ranchers come in and look under the dog’s tail? Is it some sort of custom?”
“Lord no,” said the bartender. “Someone’s out there running around town, claiming there’s a Labrador Retriever in here with two assholes!”
It is reported that the Village Voice has laid off three staff writers and reduced a senior editor to part-time status. And there are also reports of about 20 layoffs at NBC’s Tonight show:
Leno is paid approximately $30 million. He last reupped his contract in 2010 after reclaiming the Tonight Show from Conan O’Brien. The show currently employs between 150 and 200 people, according to a network source. . . .
Meanwhile, the program’s weekly budget will be cut from $2.3 million — the amount allotted for Leno’s primetime show that carried over when he took the Tonight reigns from O’Brien — to around $1.7 million, back near where it was during the host’s first late-night run, the Los Angeles Times reports. The paper notes that Leno is taking a sizable pay cut in the process.
I’m sure Mitt Romney will be blamed for this, somehow.
Now this is just off the freaking wall! Bunch of whacko women dressed as vaginas protesting they want free abortions. Hell, I have a better idea: How about free executions on demand from any of these women.
Of course, this begs this question: Just exactly why should they get free abortions and why do they want us to pay for them?
Toby King prefers whiskey for his men and beer for his horses, but a new Gallup study shows that beer in fact remains the most consumed form of alcohol, followed by wine and liquor.
The new study on consumption habits shows that about 44 percent of Americans are regular drinkers with 12 percent of drinkers reporting they’ve consumed more than eight drinks in the last week.
This mirrors the results of a similar study done by the Center for Disease Control earlier this year that reported about 17 percent of the U.S. population binge drinks at least four times a month, with the average number of drinks at each sitting being eight.
“People tend to underreport how much they drink,” New York psychiatrist Dr. Selman said earlier this year. “If they had six drinks, you have to figure they really had ten or 12.”
Here is a typical example of unmasked progressivity running amok. In Atlanta Georgia the symphony orchestra has decided not to allow the previous high schools choruses to perform with them because they are not “racially diverse enough” to warrant participation. Apparently that means they are demographically “too white”.
However, in the strangest, well, not really strange – more like typical, fashion the Symphony itself refuses to self-describe their own diversity. So, after reading this article, well, actually after reading the comment from the “Director of Communications“, I just had to go look at the ethnic makeup of the Symphony itself.
The Boston Globe is calling on Vice President Joe Biden to apologize for telling an audience at a campaign rally, made up largely of African Americans, that Republicans “want to put ya’ll back in chains.”
“[I]magine if Republican Paul Ryan uttered comments like that. Mitt Romney’s pick for vice president would be pilloried for racial insensitivity — and so would Romney,” the Globe’s editorial board wrote in today’s paper. “In the fight for civility and substance over pointless hyperbole, Biden may not be the worst offender. But he’s an offender nonetheless, and he should apologize.”
The Man with No Plan
Our elites have sunk into a boutique decadence of moral preening entirely disconnected from reality.
Americans, according to a Winston Churchill quote of uncertain provenance, always do the right thing after they’ve exhausted all other possibilities. More verifiably, Sir Winston, upon being asked if he had any criticism of the United States, replied tersely: “Toilet paper too thin, newspapers too fat.”
But that was then. Today America is a land of two-ply toilet paper and one-ply newspapers. Being made of sterner stuff than Churchill’s posterior, the eco-Left want to ban two-ply bathroom tissue on environmental grounds, which would devastate the economy of Canada, whence comes most American bathroom tissue, at least until the Canadians, being the House of Saud of toilet paper, start shipping it to China, as they’re now doing with their oil ever since Obama told them to go lay pipe somewhere else.
As for those once-fat newspapers, they’re now so thin that they’ve only got room for the very mostest important news, like whether 30-year-old law-school coeds have sufficient access to federally-mandated contraception and (breaking!) the dog Mitt Romney put on the roof of his car in the early Eighties. You have to be able to prioritize.
That’s the genius of Romney’s vice-presidential pick: It explicitly invites Americans to “do the right thing.” Insofar as he’s known to the electorate at all, Paul Ryan is the man with the plan — the guy who understands that multi-trillion-dollar spendaholic government cannot continue. On that subject, Obama is the man with no plan, and no plans to get any plan. Yet the mere selection of Ryan has already improved the quality of the Obama campaign: Two weeks ago, they were denouncing Romney for killing a woman by cunningly giving her cancer five years after laying off her husband. Now they’re denouncing Ryan for killing off Medicare. The former is the opening scene from the straight-to-video Carcinogenic Zombie Mormon Venture Capitalist Apocalypse; the latter has a very very teensy-weensy gossamer thread of connection to the issues facing the United States. So we should congratulate the Democrats on a modest re-acquaintance with reality. With Ryan on the ticket, the central question facing America can’t be ducked.
As for the other half of that Churchill line — exhausting all the other possibilities — last week a man called Floyd Corkins shot another man called Leo Johnson, the security guard at the Family Research Council, a “conservative” group, according to the muted media coverage, or a “hate group,” according to the Southern Poverty Law Center, who spray that term around like champagne on a NASCAR podium. Mr. Corkins, an “LGBT volunteer,” told his victim, “I don’t like your politics.” In his backpack, he had one box of ammunition and 15 Chick-fil-A sandwiches. Had he had one Chick-fil-A sandwich and 15 boxes of ammunition, he might have done more damage. Or then again perhaps not, given that, as bloggers Kathy Shaidle and “the Phantom” pointed out, he reached his target and then started “monologuing,” as they say in The Incredibles.
Be that as it may, Mr. Corkins decided to shoot people because of a chicken-sandwich-chain owner’s position on same-sex marriage. That’s what Floyd Corkins thinks is the most pressing issue facing the United States. Perhaps he saw himself as the Gavrilo Princip of our time. Like Floyd Corkins, young Princip was not the sharpest knife in the transgender clinic — the cyanide pill he took after the assassination was past its sell-by date; to evade capture, his co-conspirator jumped into the River Miljacka, but it was only five inches deep, and a man standing up to his ankles in the middle of a river in a large city tends to attract attention. Nevertheless, Princip’s assassination of the Archduke Franz Ferdinand plunged Europe into war and brought down the Austrian, German, Russian, and Turkish empires with consequences that plague us to this day (not least the post-Ottoman Middle East). History does not record whether Princip embarked on his mission with 15 pieces of wienerschnitzel or Sachertorte in his backpack, but he changed the course of history. Perhaps Floyd Corkins had similar dreams: He would be the flamer that lit the fuse to liberate a continent from the oppressiveness of homophobic waffle fries.
I’m not blaming Floyd Corkins’s actions on the bullying twerps at the Southern Poverty Law Center or those thug Democrat mayors who tried to run Chick-fil-A out of Boston and Chicago. But I do think he’s the apotheosis of narcissistic leftist myopia. He symbolizes that exhaustion of the other possibilities — the dwindling down of latter-day liberalism to ever more self-indulgent distractions from the hard truths of a broke and ruined landscape. Our elites have sunk into a boutique decadence of moral preening entirely disconnected from reality: A non-homophobic chicken in every pot, an abortifacient dispenser in every Catholic university, a high-speed-rail corridor between every two bankrupt California municipalities . . .
No sane man could compete on this turf. Romney declined to come out for Chick-fil-A Appreciation Day, but the other week he did come out in favor of gay scoutmasters — whether just for scouts or for the rest of us too was unclear. But it doesn’t matter. He could announce he was in favor of closing Gitmo and retraining every detainee as a gay scoutmaster, he could declare an amnesty for every undocumented gay scoutmaster north of the Rio Grande — and it still wouldn’t be enough. He’s still Mitt Romney and he’ll put your dog on the roof, your wife in the ground, and your Negro houseboy in the cotton field out back — or, as the vice president of the United States told a mostly black crowd in Virginia the other day, “he gonna put y’all back in chains.”