Your Shill- Right Here.
It's late at the end of a four-day weekend here in Florida and I need a little pity-party. If accusations could be believed I would be heading home from my Monsanto-funded weekend in Fiji, a little payback for my defense of biotechnology. Hardly. It is a holiday and I just want to go home from my stupid desk. Frankly, I've had the crap kicked out of me by the anti-GM movement. I have no ambition to fight anti-science at the moment. I had the same garbage-gasm after Prop37 died. What a waste of time and energy. It's 9 pm on Veteran's Day. I could eat a baby's butt through a park bench. UF has not been "open" since Thursday at 5 pm because of homecoming, yet over the last four days I went downstate and met with citrus packers, fixed an autoclave and a centrifuge (all parts paid out of pocket), and spent time with the scientists and students that came to lab all weekend. Personally, 12 hours ago I left home when the wife went out on a bike ride w