The most alarming thing . . .
. . . about this article on Britain approving Dr. Moreau-style humanimal hybrids is not the Dr. Moreau-style humanimal hybrids, no no.
The most alarming thing comes in the last four words of the opening sentence.
Plans to allow British scientists to create human-animal embryos are expected to be approved tomorrow by the government's fertility regulator.
The government's fertility regulator.
The government's fertility regulator.
The government's fertility regulator.
Think about that a moment.
Now, on to the Dr. Moreau-style humanimal hybrids.
I've always wanted a Wolfhuahua.
But I don't think a Wolfhuaman would be a good idea.
I haven't seen two things more mismatched since that time G.G. and the Murder Junkies were the guest musical act on Hee-Haw.

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