Okay, I just lost an hour of thought and typing, and am trying to start over. I am not happy. I was doing a good job of whimsy, but do not feel so now.
So what the guy is saying is that if, in some hypothetical universe, you and I adopted a child, we'd have to neuter it? Just on the chance it met a sibling and fell in love and ran the risks the royal families of Europe took for granted? I couldn't quite get it the first time'round, went back, to try again and lost my stuff about alien sex. Hate the way this software doesn't work.
I have been looking for a recording of "Johnny be Fair" for twenty yrs. I'd never heard of "The Starship Unity". I'm gonna go with the "covered with purple hair", even if he is tall. As long as he's adequately equipped. We'll work out the logistics. The tentacles could be interesting, though.
My kitties shed nails randomly. I'm sorry you're not up to "chase". I meant to send you home with the fishing rod from downstairs or the little feather one. She like rope, though. The fishing rod with a fur mouse is more "pounce", not "chase". Jamie and Mel miss her. Erica doesn't.
Sunday was also my father's birthday, and if he comes to see me on Samhain, I will not only be surprised, but kill his ghost if I can. I want to be visited by Fred or Bill or Grandma N., Grandpa V., or Butterfluff.
Uh-oh. I'm now being given the evil eye plus tail twitch.
I don't think Keyes applied any logic or thought things through any farther than "can I say something nasty about gay people?" -- 'cause it's clear that he's basically voiced a general anti-adoption stance and he probably didn't mean to. Someone said he should be checked for signs of early dementia.
The chance of an accidental sibling-coupling as the result of adoption is quite real ... and quite unlikely. If any of us decide it's worth the time and effort to grab some census data we could look at the number of people within each age range narrow enough to seem reasonable for such a meeting, and the number of adoptions, and calculate the odds of someone accidentally meeting their unknown sibling. And the number would still be high because not all adoptees are unaware of who their blood-siblings are.
There's an Andy M. Stewart song about it. It chills my heart. But well, who the hell set up the system? Keyes has no logic. He runs on false rhetoric, and hopefully will drop.
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So what the guy is saying is that if, in some hypothetical universe, you and I adopted a child, we'd have to neuter it? Just on the chance it met a sibling and fell in love and ran the risks the royal families of Europe took for granted? I couldn't quite get it the first time'round, went back, to try again and lost my stuff about alien sex. Hate the way this software doesn't work.
I have been looking for a recording of "Johnny be Fair" for twenty yrs. I'd never heard of "The Starship Unity". I'm gonna go with the "covered with purple hair", even if he is tall. As long as he's adequately equipped. We'll work out the logistics. The tentacles could be interesting, though.
My kitties shed nails randomly. I'm sorry you're not up to "chase". I meant to send you home with the fishing rod from downstairs or the little feather one. She like rope, though. The fishing rod with a fur mouse is more "pounce", not "chase". Jamie and Mel miss her. Erica doesn't.
Sunday was also my father's birthday, and if he comes to see me on Samhain, I will not only be surprised, but kill his ghost if I can. I want to be visited by Fred or Bill or Grandma N., Grandpa V., or Butterfluff.
Uh-oh. I'm now being given the evil eye plus tail twitch.
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The chance of an accidental sibling-coupling as the result of adoption is quite real ... and quite unlikely. If any of us decide it's worth the time and effort to grab some census data we could look at the number of people within each age range narrow enough to seem reasonable for such a meeting, and the number of adoptions, and calculate the odds of someone accidentally meeting their unknown sibling. And the number would still be high because not all adoptees are unaware of who their blood-siblings are.
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