HUMAN GENE PATENTS

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HUMAN GENE PATENTS

 

Posted By: ajeetbabu

Saturday, 10 January 2004, 4:17 p.m.

 

human gene patents

 

Who Owns This Body?

WIL S. HYLTON

Esquire v135, n6 (June, 2001):102.

 

The U. S. patent code was never meant to cover your genes, your cells, your

blood, or the marrow in your bones. But it does. And Craig Venter's map of

the human genome was never meant to lead to the kind of great gene rush that

is taking place as you read this. But it has. And the worst thing is, it's

too late for you to do anything about it. You've already been sold.

 

The symptoms crashed down like an avalanche, and John Moore didn't know what

to think. Bruises all over his body, bleeding gums, and the roll of flesh

around his waist that he'd always figured for fat had gotten lumpy and red

and sore. He didn't know much about cancer, but when he finally dragged

himself to a doctor in Anchorage in the summer of 1976, he learned more than

he wanted to know. For one thing, he learned that he had it. For another, he

found out his type was rare, something called hairy-cell leukemia. The

doctor said it was attacking his spleen, so instead of absorbing aging blood

cells the way a normal spleen does, his spleen was absorbing all his blood

cells, cannibalizing him, swelling up in his gut and smashing his other

organs against the walls of his body.

The doctor said there wasn't much hope, but Moore wanted to give it a fight.

He found a specialist at UCLA and flew down for a consultation. Right off

the bat, he liked Dr. Golde, who made such a point of cutting through

bull##### that he let his patients call him Goldie. Moore trusted that, and

when Goldie suggested that he should have his spleen taken out, he didn't

hesitate. The surgery took three hours. A normal spleen weighs about

fourteen ounces. Moore's spleen weighed fourteen pounds. Within a few weeks,

he was back on his feet, ready for a fresh start, and Seattle seemed as good

a place as any. He was just thirty at the time, broad and strong, and it

wasn't long before he found a nice girl there, married her, bought a ranch

near the coast, and got himself a job as a salesman in the oyster industry.

He tried to forget about the leukemia, the bruises, the bleeding gums, the

cannibal spleen. For the most part, he did. The only reminders were his

follow-up visits to see Goldie. They seemed never to end. At first, Moore

didn't think much of flying down to L.A. for his regular checkups. He knew

cancer is something to keep an eye on. But after four years of it, he'd had

enough. He didn't see why he had to travel a thousand miles every few months

just to give blood and sperm samples. He offered to have the blood drawn in

Seattle and shipped down to Goldie's lab, but Goldie said that wouldn't

work. He mentioned that the price of the airfare was starting to hurt his

pocketbook, but Goldie offered to pay for the flights. He brought up the

fact that his folks were moving away from Pasadena and he wouldn't have

anywhere to stay near L.A., but Goldie offered to get him a room at the

Beverly Wilshire. Moore thought Goldie seemed mighty eager, but he agreed to

keep coming down. Then, after seven years of regular visits, Goldie's nurse

brought him a contract to sign. Moore looked at it awhile, trying to figure

out what the hell it was. Something about surrendering " any and all rights. "

Moore didn't like the sound of that, so he circled the box that said, " DO

NOT " consent and gave it back. But when Moore got home to Seattle, he found

another copy of the contract in his mailbox. This time, it had a Post-it

note attached, with an arrow pointing to the word " DO. " He looked at the

contract again. Again, it seemed strange. Again, he didn't sign it. A few

weeks later, yet another contract arrived by mail. This time, there was a

nasty letter attached, Goldie telling Moore to stop being obtuse and sign

the damned thing. He didn't like Goldie's attitude. Something was fishy, and

he decided to find out what. He sent the contract to a lawyer.

 

THE REST OF THIS ARTICLE IS HERE

http://www.oswego.edu/~foxx/rants/genes.htm

 

As I keep writing, slavery is easier to impose when no one understands what

freedom means anymore. In this case, " free trade " eliminates CHOICE (to

trade or not to trade) and makes " free " mean: YOU WILL CHARGE NO RESTRICTIVE

TARIFFS ON THE PRODUCTS YOU IMPORT, AND YOU WILL IMPORT WHAT WE SAY YOU HAVE

TO IMPORT.

http://nomorefakenews.com/

 

PRISON PLANET INDEED, AND NOBODY OF ANY MAGNATUDE GIVES A DAMN, CERTAINLY

NOT A ONE OF THE NEXT SELECTED LEADERS THAT WILL BE APON US IN THE FALL OF

2004 IN THE U.S.A..

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