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Genetic Engineers Barking Up the Wrong Trees?
Rick the Red writes "In a commentary titled 'Genetic engineering for better suburbia', Vincent Barnes says, 'Cures for diseases and feeding the world with genetically modified foods is well and good but the real money is in solving the problems of homeowners, the vast silent majority of Americans who toil away every spring and summer fighting pests and every fall injuring their backs and falling off ladders.' Should Monsanto bring us designer maples that don't shed leaves? Would you buy designer grass that grows two inches and stops? Even if you won't eat GM food?"
If those scientists are going up to trees and barking, I think they've been doing a little genetic engineering on themselves on the side. Woof!
Get them working on producing a GM human-female that thinks that stanky basementgeeks are supersexy. They can come in several variants -- the scrawny goth, the buxom blond, the dominatrix redhead ... They'd make a billion....
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"Should Monsanto bring us designer maples that don't shed leaves?"
I love to wade through the leaves that cover the sidewalks, you insensitive clod. If they remove my town's glorious autumn splendor, I'm moving to Canada.
Should Monsanto bring us designer maples that don't shed leaves? Would you buy designer grass that grows two inches and stops?
Yes, and um, yes. Please even. While they're at it, lets get some trees that make more oxygen so I can stop feeling bad for cutting down the rain forest. I'd also like a dog that doesn't have to eat or poop, ferns for the house that I don't need to water so often, and a gerbil that can power my PC as long as I give it some sugar every now and then.
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I personally hate mowing my lawn, however killing pests is a great opportunity to bring out the ol' katana and have some fun... it's like a small party and it really freaks out the neighbors.
Agreed. Nothing like a warm Sunday afternoon with a beer in one hand and a katana in the other, chasin' after gophers. Hell, not even the damn Jehovah's Witnesses pester me anymore! 'Course, my lawn is littered with baseballs, frisbees and other toys that the neighbors kids are too afraid to come and get...