When it comes to the distribution of government funds, everyone's a fucking expert. "Life begins at conception," whine the Pro Lifers when the National Science Foundation underwrites the vivisection of Asian toddlers by a bunch of gay, pinko doctor genetics researchers at Stanford. "You can't censor expression," cries the the performance artist after the NEA pulls funding for his piece involving the dissemination of the live SARS virus throughout an elementary school in Saratoga Springs, New York.

Generally speaking, I'm fairly comfortable with pretty much anyone getting government money to do anything. It's not like it's my money, right? Even those geologists that spent a year comparing the Kansas landscape to a pancake. Go ahead, take the money, you fucking nerds. You can't buy your way out of Geek Town, dorks! How 'bout them pancakes?

But there are some things that even I just don't cotton. Looking for the Loch Ness Monster? What's next? Spectum analysis of the Shroud of Turin? Who can I write to? Who's the congressman for England?

Analogcabin @ 11:14 AM
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