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July 5, 2004

Most Insightful

Posted by TFG on 5th July 2004

i’d say he’s getting to big for his britches, but i don’t think his britches are very small.

Go ahead and guess who…

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Well, Finally

Posted by TFG on 5th July 2004

I know at least one more person besides me that can’t wait for this to finish up and be commonplace:

Researchers have moved a little bit closer to the day when new teeth can be grown to replace damaged or missing teeth.

One set of researchers has succeeded in growing teeth tissue on bio-degradable “scaffolding” in rats. Another group has been able to coax stem cells to form tooth structures in mice.

We’ve got the boobies and the calves and the weenies taken care of, so let’s get to work on something that matters, OK? OK, scientists??? Chop, chop.

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Wise Words

Posted by TFG on 5th July 2004

From Roscoe Ellis, down San Antone way…

Happy Birthday, America.

Perhaps because this is a Presidential election year, and those of us in the United States find ourselves knee-deep in rank political rhetoric; or maybe all the examples of shallowness of thought and meanness of character displayed by some of those who hold or aspire to political office, and by their minions; or maybe it is the stubborn inability of so many to understand the true nature of this long, multi-generational World War against a decentralized opponent in which we’re necessarily engaged, and the war of philosophies that underlies it: whatever it is, this particular Fourth of July holiday finds me in a more anxious than celebratory mood. Oh well.

Anxious? Not me. More sick to effing death of knee-deep rhetoric and shallowness and meanness and inability to understand. Or, as I like to think, an unwillingness to accept and accede that we’re in the middle of a World War. So I basically got on a river, drank too much, spent a bundle on fireworks for the nieces, watched them shoot them off, killed a copperhead, ate some chicken, then drank more and argued till the wee hours with my local Marine pard about our country (he’s pessimistic, I ain’t so much.) Be sure to read Ralph Peters’ essay that he links, too.

God bless America.

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