Brief moment of levity: Everytime I hear somebody on TV talk about cloning, I think of that song, "Clowns."

Isn't it bliss, don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around
One who can't move
Where are the Clones?
Send in the Clones.


Everytime I think about cloning I get confused.

I start with growing spare parts. Its not such a big deal. I'd sure like to have a wardrobe of spare parts from which to draw portions when needed. It would be fun to take-up risky sports like lion wrestling or parachute-less skydiving. With parts on hand, what would it matter? The crime of assault would probably have reduced importance.

Similarly with full-being cloning. Why not a secondline Botnst, or a lawyer Botnst or a "John Holmes enhanced" Botnst for thsoe special moments? We could live as a team.

Of course, since I'm the original, I get priority and all those clones are secondary beings. That would be tres cool.

Then I have second thoughts.

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