Anyone remember the fuss that was stirred-up when old Igor retrieved the brain of a criminal for Doc Frankenstein's science project?
Wonder if we could re-play that whole episode, except with the brain of a do-gooder, like say, Doctor Livingstone, Mother Teresa, or Mr. Rodgers. Bet no bumpkins would have chased the monster down with pitchforks and torches. In fact, the creation of Doc F. probably wouldn't even have been called a monster at all.
What got me to thinking about this is our friend and ex-veep, Dick Cheney recently had a heart transplant.
That's right. I said transplant, not implant. It would have been an implant if he didn't have a heart to start with, and, contrary to conventional wisdom, he seems to have had one, as dark and cold as that piece of muscle may have been.
Now, Dick didn't have a brain transplant, I'll grant you. Nor does he have those cool bolts portruding from the sides of his neck (that I can tell) like some kind of body-piercing enthuiast. Too bad, too. A brain transplant might have made Dick a better marksman, or at least swapped-out a war-criminal's brain for one that scrapbooks and likes kittens.
Still, therre may be hope for Dick. According to some researchers, there's a phenomenon that appears among some transplant organ recipients whereby they exhibit the traits and memories of the late donor.
It's this thing called "cellular memory", and for those so inclined here's a little write-up:
So we can all hope that old Dick got a good heart. If not a bleeding heart, at least one that is kind, forgiving, and compassionate. That way the next time that he shoots one of his hunting buddies he can at least apologize by buying the next round, instead of shooting it.