Nine lives – Hey… Like a cat!
What up, it’s the Feld, yippy yo yippy yay. I feel it’s time to get a take on these nine babies from an orderly. That’s right, you’re hearing from someone who didn’t go to “medical school”, as the doctors here like to call it. I think as everybody worries about the health of the mother and the babies and the ethical implications of all this, they’re missing the big picture: how strong will these kids be?
The answer: not as strong as they should be. Why? Because these kids have myostatin.
I’ll just come right out and say it: myostatin sucks. It’s a protein in the body that “regulates muscle growth”, which is a fancy way of saying, “limits the ammo available for the gun show.” I don’t want anything regulating my firearms, be they the ones in my hall cabinet or the ones attached to my shoulders. Luckily, there are ways to fight for freedom on both fronts: you can vote the NRA line and have your kids genetically altered.
I love muscle boy! When I have kids (well, more kids), may they be this jacked. If you weren’t lucky enough to be born with genetic defects, there may be a day you can fight myostatin with pills.
Go, Author L. Rea! I envy these nine new children, who might just have the opportunity to grow up in a myostatin-free world, where the only thing limiting how ripped a man gets is his own strength of will/inconvenient gym hours.
If we can combine the super strong babies with these fat-burning sled-dogs – http://www.scientificamerican.com/article.cfm?id=...
we get babies that can pull a really big SLED over the tundra!