Great article on BoingBoing.net explaining the Supreme Court’s recent decision to allow patents on synthetic DNA, and the uncertain and potentially negative consequences which may arise on account of it.

The S.C’s ruling echos my grandmother during Thanksgiving dinner.

Her set-up is fashioned ‘pretty much’ like what happened at the original Thanksgiving dinner; and by god, Thanksgiving dinner is HER holiday, and she has total control over anything and everything that happens therein.

You want to put the dessert fork on the right this year? F**k you, turkey. It’s her holiday. You want to tang up the stuffing with a little peach-mango salsa? F**k you, turkey. It’s her holiday. Decide you’re not really thankful for anything and just want to hungry-hippo your face through the fine, gravy-laced, carbo-bombed delicacies splayed out before you and your kin?… Well, my friend, she has got a fucking flash for you.

Come get your flash, sonny!