@boomcs,
That's nothing mate. Brain by-pass surgery is more interesting. It's concerned with the vibrant living rather than the silly shagged out old has-beens like me and c.i. and farmerman and others of like ilk. That's why it's more interesting.
And, from a Darwinian point of view it has precedence. The vibrant living pay for the SSOOHB's treatment and invent it. That's dollar precedence however you corkscrew the accounts. In a famine only the vibrant survive, kids are expendable, and thus take their superior biological qualities onward and, one assumes, improve the race. There's a fast famine scene in Flaubert's Salammbo which lays out the proper Darwinian process at work. It's great art. Top drawer.
So if we have any appetite for perfecting the race of man perhaps we should have more famines. Darwin could hardly disagree.
Brain by-pass surgery works with thoughts. Which, as everybody knows, are like little pulses of electricity in your noddle with branch lines to the furthest regions which can register pleasure or pain sensations. As we age our biological economy starts cutting branch lines, like a failing railway company does, which is why SSOOHBs come on this site a lot. You don't think I would be sat here typing this crap out if all my branch lines were still vibrant do you?
And these can be divided into two groups. There's the supporters of the interests of the SSOOHBs, the self really, and the supporters of the VIBRANT, the great HOPE. The latter are, of course, the real Darwinians. The former are a bunch of bleating little lambs with a paw fast in a gin-trap and everything they say is derived from that general state and thus, obviously, anti-Darwinian and fundamentally so. Understanable though. In little lambs I mean.
And they are still bleating even though they are in the vet's surgery being bathed and pampered by two soft-hearted ex-college girls who the vet has taken on because of their chronic empathema regarding suffering.
Every Red Sox fan knows that Yankees fans have had expert brain by-passes. Red Sox win--daddy smiles--daddy hands over nickel--patient bolts to ice-cream parlour--yum yum--Red Sox good. Soldered connection. Lasts a lifetime. Red Sox pitcher ends up in 70 years visiting patient in hospital to help sell more tickets for the game.
So how does it work I hear you thinking. It is so complex that it needs a committee with sub-committees and branches and offshoots and all extending across the centuries. One chap with some robotic gizmo is a nothing thing by the side of it. No doubt in the film chosen for the purpose of soldering connections, or strengthening the welds, the patient lived happily ever after. And it was a mere incident, completely dependent upon the VIBRANT infrastructure surrounding it, wheeas the brain by-pass surgeons are often working on millions at a time as well as lower numbers where the interface between the last offshoots and nothingness exists.
The trouble is that there are so many offshoots now, which dribble away into the nothingness of the a steel worker's thought pulses as he reads an editorial in his evening paper favourable to the ACLU, say, that they are all fighting amongst themselves and using advanced brain by-pass techniques. Hence the confusion.
But I wouldn't worry. I think the brain by-pass surgeons know what they are doing. Confusion might be useful.
The above is partly a guide for how to spot phoney Darwinians.
