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Tuesday, June 23, 2009


An excerpt from an opinion piece in The Straits Times The Shitty Times:

Remove hurdles in way of living organ donors

No medical entitlement and no insurance act as deterrents

Singapore wants more people to come forward to donate an organ to their loved ones who are suffering from either liver or kidney failure.

To encourage this, the laws are going to be amended to allow recipients to reimburse living organ donors.

[ . . . ]

This is where government help would be greatly appreciated.

Donors should not need to worry about their jobs during the period of convalescence or have to rush back to work before they are fully fit.

Women are given legislated paid leave when they give birth. Men do not need to tap into their own leave when called up for reservist duty.

In both cases, what they do is seen to be in the national interest, and companies provide them with mandated time off without penalty.

So too should donors be treated, since what they do saves a life, and is certainly in line with the national good.

Giving organ donors three months paid leave — the same that women get for childbirth — would be only fair.
         (Khalik, Salma.  The Straits Times [Singapore] 23 June 2009: A2.)

The moral calculus hawked here:

Donating organs  =  national / social interest.

Serving conscripted military / paramilitary obligations  =  national / social interest + duty.

Giving birth to babies want machines  =  national interest + duty (implied).

The implied message in the final paragraph (of the excerpt) is a scream:  

Childbirth is as patriotic and altruistic as organ donation.

I'll leave the puns to you  :-P

A quote from Agagooga:

To read a newspaper is to refrain from reading something worthwhile. The first discipline of education must therefore be to refuse resolutely to feed the mind with canned chatter.
         (Aleister Crowley)

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Nic eats

The wonderful people who were on time: (clockwise from left) Kenneth, Guan Peng and his lovely wife; Alexiel and NicIz2HardKore, Philip.

Nic puzzles over the menu:

         What's Kreme of Sum Yung Guy?

Falcon punch!

No animal — land, sea, or air — was spared.
File your complaint with PETA here.

         Pork! It's that good!

         Pass more meat this way!

         Mmm... meat! MOAR!

Pitying the kitchen staff, Alexiel attempts to put a choker on ravenous Nic to slow down his intake.

Mike Hunt says "Hi!" to "Pro-Riders," brand managers who get chased out of establishments, and hardcore dieters.

One bowl is Shabu Shabu, the other, Sukiyaki.

Philip, the first casualty of the evening, passes out.

         I can make this food disappear!

Nic passes out.

         Hey! No rest for the wicked!

Alex is here!

No mercy for the weak!
Cake attack!

Oops! Wrong picture.

Nic ate so much he required assistance to squeeze him back into shape for the ride home.