I think we would all freak out if we could see what is going to happen with DNA science in the future. It is a problem with morality that we have. It’s OK using medical science to cure dreadful diseases with a knowledge of DNA but what about when some twisted mind starts crossing humans with animals etc. Apparently this is possible but such experiments are banned by law. It only takes a group of scientists to break that law and we will have a whole new set of problems to deal with.
bit like the inquisitive young twerp who gets a new toy in perfect working order and just can’t resist tinkering with it so see what makes it work - oops broken toy! the story of the world Part I
I went to a scrap yard once and took apart a perfectly good turbo charger to see what was inside, did I get my arse hicked when the owner found out.
do you think the owner of this planet and inhabitants is ‘kickin arses’?
With out any shadow of a doubt gumbud
No No he/she said - go on do it ya own way and see where tbat will get ya! BUT I ain’t intefering!!
Gumbud, sir, I am always prepared to listen to a person more experienced than myself, I bow to your superiority.
I ought to mention
my intention
please pay attention
I have said before
what’s in store
From my planet Greendoor
We are lousing up our
gifts and powers
Like dying grass & fading flowers
I invoke the law of unforeseen consequences
when we meddle we have no defences
we have advanced now to playing god
why is it not thought downright odd
to interfere with a planet full of beauty
it should be our bounden duty
To leave some, most, things alone
so Earth ,our descendants, can still call “home”
[CENTER]Which reminds me that my tour of duty on Earth as High Commissioner for my home planet Greendoor, investigating the decorative state of this planet for tax purposes, is drawing to a close. I have only 200 years left to serve, which incidentally , is more years than the Intergalactic Executive Committee estimate the complete self destruction of your world.[/CENTER]
Looking on the bright side, it is expected that population growth in other dimensions will find a way to migrate & redevelop Earth
I have occasionally wondered if the first chromosomes/dna/etc was artificially placed onto this planet,due to it having oxides and various natural nutrients,just to ‘see what will happen’. It would go a long way to explaining all the hushed ‘sightings’ of airborne craft that cannot POSSIBLY be there…
To differ, LB I beg
stop pulling my leg
we are all equal in here
and suffer no fear
we express our views
then pick and choose
THAT’S IT
no sh-t
Acutely observed & more than uncanny. The truth is out there.
Insomnia calls
oeer LB - I do think you’ve upset the gardener - make sure he don’t have his scythe in his hand!
the holy tomes
did right at start
say “it is free will, I do impart”
dominion over land and sea
birds, four legged ones and fish for free
but treat them kindly
alive or dead
and peace offerings
I accept as debt
I have advised
but leave you free
choose well my kids
there’s no poison tree!
What?
Where does all this come from mate ?
I think we have a misunderstanding LB. I mean no offense.
Hello mate, I was refering to he poetry, how does he make all this up, I am amazed because I do not possess this skill. I had to do poetry at school, they called this book Anthology but guess what, my poems were never in it.
just comes out of the left nostril usually!!
Little Bob, typing “mate” made it unclear who you were referring to.
Despite not being a Roman Catholic, I straightway felt guilty of something , after writing last night my latest tosh.
It’s nice to be applauded, but I for one enjoy the “taking part” most of all.
It’s also nice to know that there are kindred spirits about who are as barmy as I am.
Sorry, I often use the term " mate " as an indearing term when talking to another person that I feel I know. I could not find the original poem on this tablet when I went from email to forum, it does some funny things.
Of course I should have said it was our resident poet, the famous gumbud who puts us all to shame when it comes to writing poetry.