Read the tagline. Ew... *shivers*
Shocker
I wonder if I'll still get zits if I'm made into a book post mortem?
Imagine dusting THAT book.
The Necronomicon? Written by the mad Arab Abdul Alhazred? That's one you definitely want to check the Cliff Notes on before trying to read the real thing.
Why?
Once I'm finished with this body, I couldn't care less if they bind a book in it or make dogfood out of it.
Just don't waste money burying it.
So9
It has often been noted that the origins of the Holocaust were eugenics, which had scientific pretensions, and medical experimentation. The Holocaust was preceded by the Nazi decision to do away with "useless eaters."
It is typical that a "bioethics" expert is unable to see these connections. Bioethics is a fraudulent field in which people get fraudulent degrees in something called "ethics" so they can work in the medical industry and shield the people who pay their salaries from charges of criminal conduct and gross immorality.
Thus, if you are a large hospital liable to be sued by tort lawyers, you have a biotheticist on your payroll who will testify that everything you do is right and good, including killing off any useless eaters who happen to be lying around the hospital.
Recycling goes too far.
EWWWWW!!!!!!!!
I have first dibs on Michael Moore's skin - when the time comes, of course.
No surprise -- I once rubbed a small dictionary and it grew into an encyclopedia.
A sordid tale written by a child molesting sociopath.
Happy to help clarify that.
How novel.
Before me as I write lies an inch-square bit of brown leather — not, you would think, an inspiring subject for a tale. But perpend. This fragment of human skin, for such it is, has been since 1829 in the possession of three persons only: the original owner, my grandfather, and myself. Inconsiderable in size and unimpressive of aspect, it was nevertheless potent to influence the direction of my future studies. While yet a small boy, my grandfather would often shew me by request his singular relic and I never wearied of hearing how he came by it. As a matter of history, its first proprietor, the late Mr. William Burke of Edinburgh, in the circumstances hereafter to be related, was publicly anatomized, his carcase thereafter flayed, his hide tanned, and his skeleton by order of Court preserved in the Anatomical Museum of Edinburgh University, where it remains as a memorial of his infamy even to this day. Mr. Burke’s integument being cut up into sortable parcels to suit buyers’ tastes and exposed for sale by private bargain, my grandfather, who was then but a young man, invested in a modest shilling’s worth. Wealthier purchasers bought larger lots — I have heard that the late Professor Chiene had a tobacco pouch made of this unique material. Personally, despite my predilection for crime, I prefer indiarubber. My grandfather kept his portion coffined in a wooden snuff-box; it was shrouded in a yellow scrap of paper, bearing in his autograph the contemporary inscription: “Piece of Skin tan’d from the Body of Burke the Murderer.” (As I grew older I plumed myself on my superior orthography.) Thus in my blameless childhood did I first hear the horrid story of Burke and Hare.— Sir William Roughead, The West Port Murders.
Maybe if we could refine DNA testing to identify the skin donors, we might be able to charge their descendents any late fines that might have accrued.
So what book would YOU like to be the cover of one day?
Last line of Tie Me Kangaroo Down by Rolf Harris.
"So he tanned me hide when I died Clyde and left it hangin on the shed."
I can see a future cable show...on the intersection between tatooing
and book binding...
(and am repulsed at the thought it could actually happen)
It ain't a Bible
EW and shivers too!