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Now, imagine if that were hydrogen….

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I am not making this up.

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Not only that, but rats get all the good drugs.

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Glucose metabolism is very tightly regulated, as you’d expect for the main fuel source of virtually every living cell. But fructose is a different matter. It bypasses the rate-limiting step of the glucose pathway, and is metabolized much more quickly than glucose is. It appears that this fast (and comparatively unregulated) process actually uses up ATP in the hypothalamus – you’re basically revving up the enzyme machinery early in the pathway (ketohexokinase in particular) so much that you’re burning off the local ATP supply to run it.

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Gotta love Australians.

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Good for him. Far too many of these modernizing freaks hang on like vampires.

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You knew the job was dangerous when you took it, Fred.

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When seconds count, police respond in minutes. Buy a gun. Or die. Your choice.

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Reminder: Bureaucracy is a machine; do not be deceived by the fact that it appears to consiste of human beings. At times, it can be a very dumb machine, but by its nature it has no heart.

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Scott Adams lives on the Left Coast.

We don’t see many McCain supporters in my neighborhood, so I always take time to hear their views.

Perhaps he needs to get out more.

Admittedly my sample is not large, but of the dozen or so McCain supporters I have spoken with, there is a common thread: Obama gives them a vague feeling of discomfort that they can’t quite identify.

Perhaps it’s the feeling of someone else’s hand in one’s back pocket grasping one’s wallet. Perhaps it’s the prospect of Doogie Howser being in charge of the country. Perhaps it’s the prospect of the shadow of a convicted terrorist, like Emperor Palpatine, looming over the Oval Office. Perhaps it’s the memory of seeing all those senior German Army officers sitting in the front row of the Nazi Party rally in TRIUMPH OF THE WILL wearing the same expression that I’m sure Barack Obama wore for twenty years at Jeremiah Wright’s church.

The risk, as I understand it, is that once in office Obama would start sporting a turban and begin each speech with WAHLALALALALALAL!!!! He would appoint Supreme Court justices who favor a redistribution of wealth to unborn gay babies, and he’d legalize crack. It would all be part of his master plan to destroy America. I might have the details wrong, but it goes something like that.

Scott is obviously an engaged and committed citizen, whose views on political subjects are worthy of serious consideration. Take whatever action you think is appropriate.

It’s hard to argue against someone’s vague feeling of discomfort. After all, studies have shown that people are actually quite good at determining character and intelligence from nothing more than photographs. I just found it interesting that the people I spoke with described a vague feeling of discomfort in forming their preference. That is not something I ever heard in other elections.

Perhaps because in other elections the candidate in question actually had a record to run on, and a background that gave some indication of what he believed in or what his plans were.

I must confess to having the exact same feeling of vague discomfort when faced with the prospect of eating tofu. Perhaps there’s a parellel there.

The Hog reflects on Halloween. He’s hard to please.

Every year, I have to make sure my car isn’t outdoors, because of the vandalism. That ought to tell you all you need to know about the wholesomeness of Halloween.

Mencius Moldbug is not afraid to ask the hard questions.

I love the smell of conspiracy in the morning….

But there are alternatives.

This creeps me out.

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A new report by the Organization for Economic Cooperation and Development (OECD) shows how extreme the progressivity of our tax system has become. The U.S. “has the most progressive tax system and collects the largest share of taxes from the richest 10% of the population.” That’s right: our tax system is more progressive than Sweden’s.

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As predicted. Were the couple who hanged an effigy of Sarah Palin arrested? No, they were not.

Bias? What bias?

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Well, they did such a great job in India….

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1. Thank God you don’t live in Britain.
2. Without eternal vigilance, it could happen here. Probably in Massachusetts, or some other provice of the Obama Nation.

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In the spirit of Sarah Palin, no doubt.

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Well, Texas — there it is. You won’t find Bill Gates or Warren Buffet doing that.

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With friends like these…. This is the reason American Presidents decide to be “unilateral”.

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Specifically, broken ones. Specifically, broken ones made by Barack Obama.

Obama promised — well a campaign promise — that he would accept public financing. I hate the whole notion of Federal financing of campaigns — the Framer must be spinning like tops — but it does seem to me that once one accepts it, one should not be allowed to change one’s mind. Ah. Well.

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I don’t like vampires. Your classic Dracula is one thing, but all the subsequent Doomed Yet Eternally Glamorous Vampires are tiresome. Even if they do look like Kate Beckinsdale. We wouldn’t be talking about them if they lived on urine or ear wax, but feasting on blood somehow makes them exotic.

And on the future:

The love of chrome-and-glass modern restaurants is probably due to one place, which I’ve mentioned before – the Erie Jr. in Detroit Lakes, MN. It had a counter, a high ceiling, plastic booths in vivid hues, a roof that looked like it space ships could dock in the back, and it had that space-age vibe that shimmered off so many new things when I was very young. We had a keen sense of the future then; we knew the toys we had today would be the tools of the future. You know how you put your hand out the window when you were going fast, and undulated it up and down like a dolphin, riding the oncoming wind? The future felt like that. The future was a chrome-trimmed triangular window in the front of dad’s car, and it had its own knob to open it up.  The future was a hamburger under a light fixture that looked like an atom. The future was going to be awesome.

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Doesn’t say whether it depends on using a fist. Pity. I was hoping for some validation here.

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We have the technology, apparently.

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Where do they get those wonderful toys?

The Hog wants it perfectly understood that he has quit writing about politics. Absolutely.

I have a feeling one Change we can look forward to is a Change in the leadership of the Ohio Department of Job and Family Services. If Jones-Kelley is guilty of abusing her position, she needs to be replaced. When a government official does a thing like this to a private citizen, in order to squash his expression of political views, it’s not just a tort or a crime. It’s OPPRESSION. Which starts with “O.” Not that I’m suggesting anything.

Mark Steyn examines He Who Is His Brother’s Keeper.

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Words fail me.

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Let that be a lesson to us all.

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A diary has come to light detailing the exploits of John Bond, an Elizabethan secret agent whose family motto is “Non Sufficit Orbis” – The World Is Not Enough.

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Still, the real sales challenge is the design. Saddam’s taste could perhaps best be described as “Liberace Babylon.” The yacht has Arabesque arches, deep pile carpets in blue, green and purple, salmon pink décor in a master suite, gold faucets and gilded ceilings. It also has a bulletproof atrium–perfect for state dinners that seat as many as 200.

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Eventually they hope to get it right.

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Speed the day.

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Just in case you were wondering. I know I was.

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Now how many governments can cause that kind of change so quickly?

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Mara Carfagna, an ex-showgirl who posed topless for men’s magazines and a favourite of the prime minister, Silvio Berlusconi, will become the face of his right-wing coalition.

The Italians have their own unique way of doing things.

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Now there’s a scary thought….

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I’ve known women like that.

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And redheads are reserved for the truly fortunate.

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Sometimes the old ways are best.