Suppan's a terrible person.

He is?

A little known fact is that in his free time Jeff likes to teach. He teaches kids how to be below average at pitching as well as how to underachieve. In 2006, shortly after signing a contract that essentially robbed the Brewers, Suppan was seen smoking cigars outside of a high school. When confronted by a teacher he started screaming, "Do you know who I am? Can you even comprehend what a 79 mph fastball to your head would do?" He preceded this confrontation by jogging around the school throwing firecrackers in class rooms and tickling children making lude comments about how strong he is and how he possibly couldn't get "more ripped".

Yeah, I think the snippet below is a disgruntled Brewer fan who can't spell.

He appeared in the ad opposing Missouri's embryonic stem cell amendment, which is apparently enough for damnation to a lifetime of terribleness.

It would have been kinder if he'd gone to a hospital with a duffel bag full of guns and just shot every patient he found in the head. At least that would have been quick and relatively painless.

"Lude comments",

It would have been kinder if he'd gone to a hospital with a duffel bag full of guns and just shot every patient he found in the head. At least that would have been quick and relatively painless.

Disclaimer: three years ago, on another site, "Vlad" became the only person to label me a "troll" in my 15 years on internet boards. This is just a note to remark that he is obviously mentally ill, it's getting worse, and he should seek help.

It makes sense that a player with the nickname "Soup" gets into the restaurant business.

Suppan's a devout Catholic. He appeared in the ad opposing Missouri's embryonic stem cell amendment, which is apparently enough for damnation to a lifetime of terribleness.

Nightengale: Jeff No Suppan leaves restaurant business to sign with Padres For You, Woodland Hills

Disclaimer: three years ago, on another site, "Vlad" became the only person to label me a "troll" in my 15 years on internet boards. This is just a note to remark that he is obviously mentally ill, it's getting worse, and he should seek help.

Should we harvest the organs of coma victims, the severely mentally retarded, and those with Alzheimers too?

They're equally unthinking, and that could save a lot of lives?

No one objects to using adult stem cells. The issue is where you get the embryonic stem cells, which is not from "undifferentiated cells", it's from aborting a baby.

Embryonic stem cells (ES cells) are pluripotent stem cells derived from the inner cell mass of the blastocyst, an early-stage embryo.[1] Human embryos reach the blastocyst stage 14–15 days post fertilization, at which time they consist of 500–1000 cells. Isolating the embryoblast or inner cell mass (ICM) results in destruction of the fertilized human embryo, which raises ethical issues.

If someone comes up to you and hands you a lollipop and says he stole it from a kid in the burn ward would you take it? Would you want somebody else to take it? Why not? It has already been stolen, you taking it doesn't change the fact that it was stolen.

If someone comes up to you and hands you a lollipop and says he stole it from a kid in the burn ward would you take it? Would you want somebody else to take it?

Most Catholics I know are great, nice people. Very approachable.

Hell, read JP 2's writings on the subject. He even talks about a husband's responsibility to bring his wife to climax.

The Church has never discouraged marital sex in the least,

The Church views non-marital sex as a sin, so of course it wants there to be less of it. Avoiding sin is kind of a big part of the religion.

For married people, it the exact opposite. Hell, the old shibboleth against the Church was that it encouraged its members to breed to rabbits to generate "Papist armies", that would overwhelm "real (Protestan) Americans".

The Church has never discouraged marital sex in the least, though some puritanical types have drawn on St. Augustine to reach that spurious conclusion.

I suspect this is the reason why Catholic churches are closing all over North America.

Okay fine, if someone comes up to you with a kidney that you happen to need and he tells you that he killed a kid in the burn ward for it and he is offering it to you would you take it?

Book Description
Publication Date: February 2, 2010

Her name was Henrietta Lacks, but scientists know her as HeLa. She was a poor Southern tobacco farmer who worked the same land as her slave ancestors, yet her cells—taken without her knowledge—became one of the most important tools in medicine. The first “immortal” human cells grown in culture, they are still alive today, though she has been dead for more than sixty years. If you could pile all HeLa cells ever grown onto a scale, they’d weigh more than 50 million metric tons—as much as a hundred Empire State Buildings. HeLa cells were vital for developing the polio vaccine; uncovered secrets of cancer, viruses, and the atom bomb’s effects; helped lead to important advances like in vitro fertilization, cloning, and gene mapping; and have been bought and sold by the billions.

Yet Henrietta Lacks remains virtually unknown, buried in an unmarked grave.

Now Rebecca Skloot takes us on an extraordinary journey, from the “colored” ward of Johns Hopkins Hospital in the 1950s to stark white laboratories with freezers full of HeLa cells; from Henrietta’s small, dying hometown of Clover, Virginia—a land of wooden slave quarters, faith healings, and voodoo—to East Baltimore today, where her children and grandchildren live and struggle with the legacy of her cells.

Henrietta’s family did not learn of her “immortality” until more than twenty years after her death, when scientists investigating HeLa began using her husband and children in research without informed consent. And though the cells had launched a multimillion-dollar industry that sells human biological materials, her family never saw any of the profits. As Rebecca Skloot so brilliantly shows, the story of the Lacks family—past and present—is inextricably connected to the dark history of experimentation on African Americans, the birth of bioethics, and the legal battles over whether we control the stuff we are made of.

Over the decade it took to uncover this story, Rebecca became enmeshed in the lives of the Lacks family—especially Henrietta’s daughter Deborah, who was devastated to learn about her mother’s cells. She was consumed with questions: Had scientists cloned her mother? Did it hurt her when researchers infected her cells with viruses and shot them into space? What happened to her sister, Elsie, who died in a mental institution at the age of fifteen? And if her mother was so important to medicine, why couldn’t her children afford health insurance?

Intimate in feeling, astonishing in scope, and impossible to put down, The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks captures the beauty and drama of scientific discovery, as well as its human consequences.

You may find The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot to be interesting reading.

As an interesting historical note, the guy who's often regarded as the inventor of the modern ballpoint pen, Laszlo Biro, fled Nazi Germany in 1941, opened a factory in Argentina in 1943, and shortly thereafter became the primary supplier of pens to the RAF (since his pens worked better than fountain pens at high altitudes).

As such, Hitler's window for acquiring a high-quality ballpoint pen would have been fairly narrow, since Biro didn't get his first patent until 1938.

Henrietta’s family did not learn of her “immortality” until more than twenty years after her death, when scientists investigating HeLa began using her husband and children in research without informed consent. And though the cells had launched a multimillion-dollar industry that sells human biological materials, her family never saw any of the profits.