The Thinker

You came. You thought. You conquered.

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You are someone who muses, internally pontificates, cogitates and wonders with all the careful thought of an octopus working out how to slip into a jam jar.

Which all makes this section of the web site ideal for you.

The Thinker's page is a new section in the vinceunlimited universe designed to collate all the relevant stuff off the site for a particular type of reader, in this case the considered, thinking sort.

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Rebuilding The Dream

In time this page will be fully populated with all the thought provoking content found within the vinceunlimited site. It has started but there is more to come, so please be patient and check back in due course.

These are the first of the articles originally written and published in October 2003 in the original version of the vinceunlimited web site and represent opinions at the time, based on contemporaneous knowledge. They are reproduced below updated and edited only where necessary.

Author: Vince Poynter
Version 5.010 20 Oct 2017
First Published: Version 1.00 in Oct 2003



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Animal Parts - Concrete


Animal Parts As Spares

A monkey sat on the shoulder of Vince
A monkey transplant

One of the big issues facing mankind today is the moral question of whether we should be allowed to grow animals purely for use as spare parts for humans. Technological advancement is reaching the point where soon we will be able to grow compatible human parts within live animals.

And in 2017 the UK issued plans to make organ donor presumed consent a thing. If we have to go to the trouble of opting out then so can the mammals. Unless they fill out a form on the internet.

Imagine, a man's spare spleen, if you can, grown by a dog. Or a newborn baby's amputated lower arm being re-grown by a monkey. Or an arse transplanted from a horse onto a woman (I'm sure I've seen her already).

The issue centres on whether it is moral to do this. I believe it may be immoral not to do it. I would argue that mankind is no more than a species, albeit a very successful one and one which we are lucky to be a part of. And like all other species humans have developed the best way to survive and prosper. Being able to harvest parts from other species is just another development in the clear superiority of humans. All species use the resources available to them and just as our food farming is a clever extension of this ability so is improving this to include repair of damaged or old body parts. It is a natural extension. Nature.

And who wouldn't choose to live longer, providing the quality of their life through use of renewable, healthier parts was assured.

The only concerns I would personally have is to impose controls on the supply. I couldn't accept that the system was open to be abused by undesirable people. And I'm not scaremongering about a dozen cloned dictators. That just couldn't occur. No, I would worry about persistent drunks using surrogates to grow banks of spare livers. And I would have concerns about stinking smokers using animals to constantly transplant their lungs. Transplanting their brains might be a better idea.

My own view is that I would be happy for a pig to grow a heart for me, then for me to have it transplanted when mine is worn out. And I could enjoy a good bacon sandwich afterwards. Long live technology.

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Author: Vince Poynter
Version 5.003 6 Oct 2017
First Published: Version 1.00 in Oct 2003
Image added and updated in Version 5.003 6 Oct 2017



Concrete

By Vince

From an idea by my father, written in 1994


A concrete stairway lit in red

In a decade or two,
Everyone knew,
That there would be no more fossil fuel.

In a decade or three,
Everyone agreed,
There'd be no more wood left from the trees.

In a decade or four,
Everyone saw,
Total destruction from nuclear war.

But no-one 'cept me,
Could ever forsee,
The day we ran out of concrete.

The day we run out of concrete,
Is a day that we should grieve.
No more building up our lifestyle.
No more repairing what we see.
Jobs are lost.
No road repairs.
No shelter for our kids.
The day we run out of concrete,
The day we run out of concrete,
No fabric for society.

Ten years go by,
How right was I.
Concrete's in such short supply.

A decade's passed,
Science at last,
Is hunting for a replacement fast.

The day we run out of concrete,
Is a day that we should grieve.
No more building up our lifestyle.
No more repairing what we see.
Jobs are lost.
No road repairs.
No shelter for our kids.
The day we run out of concrete,
The day we run out of concrete,
No fabric for society.

Another ten on,
Everyone's gone.
No-one listened to the words of my song.

A decade goes.
Nobody knows.
Nobody here to listen to me.
Nobody here to listen to me.
Nobody here to listen to me.
I feel so alone...

I recall,
The day we ran out of concrete,
Was a day that we all grieved.
We couldn't build upon our lifestyle,
Or repair society.
Jobs were lost.
No road repairs.
No shelter for our kids.
The day we ran out of concrete,
The day we ran out of concrete,
A day I hope I never see.

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Author: Vince Poynter
Version 5.010 20 Oct 2017
Lyrics written in 1994
First Published: Version 1.00 in Oct 2003
The image depicts a concrete staircase, part of the South Bank in London and was added, along with the tag in Version 5.010 20 Oct 2017