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[xoxoxoBruce]

FUCK CANCER.
Cancer is so pervasive, if you hang with any group of people larger than a Corvette car pool, cancer will come up in your conversations frequently. One of them, or someone they know, will be touched by it.

Christopher Hitchens writes for Vanity Fair... and has cancer.
He wrote about it in an article called Tumorville, and makes one very, very important point.

Peach pits, open chakras, macrobiotic diets: cancer patients get more unsolicited advice than they could possibly follow. Cutting-edge medicine seems to offer limitless options, too—until the author runs smack into the lethal idiocy of the godly opponents of stem-cell research.

The war on Cancer, and the war on drugs, both from the Nixon era and both unsuccessful, have been tied up in politics and infighting from the beginning. Everybody says they want to defeat cancer, but the truth is the people battling stem-cell research on religious grounds, to put it delicately, are two faced lying motherfuckers.

Worst than that they are killers, as surely as if they had pulled a trigger themselves. They are killing our friends, our families, and some of us, with their ridiculous bullshit. WWJD? He'd kick their collective asses.
We've got to end this madness, and fully investigate what stem-cell therapy can do. Anything less is not a war on cancer, it's a half-hearted, and half-assed, skirmish with cancer.