Propping up the Aging, Dying and Voting

Ethan Switch - Friday, 12 December 2003 - 07:32:49 - print it raw

Death, decadence and the general destruction of body tissue. The natural state of life toward death. Recently announced by the Federal Government, $2 million to fund 14 medical research teams. Spread out across the scape of the land, the funding is expected to inject initiative and vigour, not to mean a means toward closing in on nearing that succulent teat of commercialisation.

"The scheme supports scientific and medical research that has commercial potential and will benefit the Australian community," Tony Abbott, Minister for Health and Ageing, said.

Research such as development of a bionic eye, a new cancer drug, an antibiotic to treat the superbug bacterial strains, asthma treatment and devices to treat chronic neck pain. Slowing down the rate of dropping members of the nation, keeping them churned for the fact of unnatural beings filled with inorganic material. Just die.

 

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