That makes more sense, since Colbert is part Vulcan. He is listed as a cast member on the new Star Trek series on Paramount but hasn't turned up yet on screen.
Gene, I’m calling you out as a sapienisist!! You imply that Neanderthal breeding with sapiens is a bad thing. The Neanderthals had a sophisticated culture for their time and yet were overwhelmed by the aggressive and more numerous sapiens. Given human history for the last few thousand years, it is possible that the more violent, less empathetic species survived!!
For all we know, Neanderthal men were kind and supportive and generous lovers! Maybe that’s we sapiens females sought them out as mates! We do know that there are sapiens males who are Joe Rogan fans…
The SF novel "The Paradox Men" had this last chapter about this encounter in the past: " TOYNBEE TWENTY-TWO The leader, gray, grizzled and cold-eyed, paused and sniffed the air moving up the valley. The old Neandertal smelled reindeer blood a few hundred yards down the draw, and also another unknown smell, like, yet unlike, the noisome blend of grime, sweat and dung that characterized his own band. He turned to his little group and shook his flint-tipped spear to show that the spoor had been struck. The other men held their spears up, signifying that they understood and they would follow silently. The women faded into the sparse shrubbery of the valley slope. The men followed the reindeer path on down the gully, and within a few minutes peered through a thicket at an old male Eoanthropus, three females of assorted ages and two children, all lying curled stuporously under a windfall of branches and debris that overhung the gully bank. Blood still drained sluggishly from a half-devoured reindeer carcass lying under the old man’s head. Some sixth sense warned Eoanthropus of danger. He shook his five- hundred-pound body and convulsed into a snarling squat over the reindeer, searching through near-sighted eyes for the interlopers. The females and children scurried behind him with mingled fear and curiosity. “All men are brothers!” shouted the aging Neandertaler. “We come in peace and we are hungry.” He dropped his spear and held up both hands, palms outward. Eoanthropus clenched his fists nervously and squinted uncertainly toward his unwelcome guests. He growled a command to his little family, and like shadows they melted up the side of the draw. And after hurling a final imprecation at the invaders, the old male scuttled up the hill himself. The hunters watched the group vanish, and then two of them ran toward the reindeer carcass with drawn flint knives. With silent expert strokes they cut away the hind quarters of the animal and then looked up inquiringly at the old leader. “Take no more,” he warned. “Reindeer may be scarce here, and they may have to come back or go hungry.” He could not know that the genes of his fathers had been genetically reengineered by an inconceivably titanic intelligence, with the consequence that the colloidal webs in his frontal lobes had been subtly altered. And he could neither anticipate nor visualize the encounter of his own descendants in the distant future with their Cro-Magnon cousins, the tall people who would move up from Africa across the Sicilo-Italian land Bridge. He had no way of knowing that even as he had spared the animal-like Eoanthropus, so would he, Neandertal, be spared by Cro-Magnon. Nor had he any way of knowing that by offering the open palm instead of the hurled spear he had changed the destiny of all mankind to come. Or that he had dissolved, by preventing the sequence of events that led to its formation, the very intelligence that had wrought this marvelous change in the dawn-mind. For the entity sometime known as Muir-Alar had rejoined Keiris in a final eternity, even as the Neandertal’s harsh vocal cords were forming the cry that would herald the eventual spread of Toynbee Twenty-two throughout the universe: “All men are brothers!”
Harness, Charles L.. The Paradox Men (Gateway Essentials) . Orion. Kindle Edition.
I also read the article about neadrethals and humans interbreeding. My first thought was that any university with a football team should have been able to work this one out.
I thought the existing RSV vaccine was already a “one and done” for life. I went full pin cushion in the fall and got Covid boost, annual flu, and RSV simultaneously.
Don’t get too confident. I got to go to urgent care on Tgiving Day from Flu A. My partner too. Both vaxed. Problem is the WHO scripts one vax for each (mixed) as of February (2025 for winter 2025). MRNA vaxes that hope to avoid this are only starting to be evaluated.
Real a few years ago my husband got C diff. We treated it with some real pricy pills.To see if they worked a stool sample needed to be tested. The collection was worked out with plastic wrap underneath a toilet seat. FYI. When I got to the lab it was open but empty. So I shouted "where do I put the sack of shit" that's my story
I took a Cologard test (poop in a box) last year. It’s all do-it-yourself and fairly straightforward, and then you box the results up and drop them off at the nearest UPS Store. Where, at least in my case, the person who takes the box, with its obvious Cologard markings indicating what’s inside, picks it up and shakes it vigorously for reasons unbeknownst to me. I left quickly. All I know about what happened after that is the results say I’m good.
Before the poop pills of which you speak, there were (and still are) things that can be treated using fecal transplants. Hitler was treated for his digestive issues with FMT-- fecal microbiota transplant. According to an article from the American Society for Microbiology (Jun 10, 2025--my fifty-t(h)ird birthday):
It Began With Poop Soup
The birth of FMTs precedes knowledge of microbes, much less the gut microbiota. The first records date back to fourth century China, where “yellow soup” (i.e., human fecal slurry) was used to treat patients with severe diarrhea and food poisoning. Though quite possibly the worst soup ever, it was reported to have "brought patients back from the brink of death.”
But it came with egg rolls and fried rice if you ordered the number 27 special. This was the apparent reason why residents of that particular province tended to order carry-out or delivery from neighboring ones. Kitchen inspections were notoriously lax in those days.
1. You need a fourth survey option. A fecal pill is not funny, not because I find the subject too serious but because I find the image in my mind so gross that any humor portions of my brain are deactivated.
2. DNA analysis indicates that I have slightly above average Neanderthal DNA, but alas I don't think I inherited any of the caveman parts that made 'em so popular with the ladies!
So, in the Facebook hosted discussion about the pediatricians' potential immunity to RSV, this is how they spell the fluid that distributes oxygen, removes contaminants and many other important functions: "bl*od ."
Presumably for violence filters?! They even did it in the image.
Well, they picked the right "o" to obliterate. Otherwise, I might've guessed "blond." I swear, we are, as a culture, becoming more Victorian all the time. I am off to find my pearls so I can clutch them.
I had intended to comment that if "Blood drawn from pediatricians has been found to contain super-strong antibodies for RSV," then blood drawn from preschool or elementary school teachers ought to be at least as anti-virally potent. But I doubt that observation can compete with poop jokes.
The idea of poop transplants is definitely funny.
Disgusting, but definitely funny.
No longer will we be able to tell someone, "Eat shit and die."
Now it's "Eat shit and live!"
And it gets stated as a blessing.
So I guess if you really want to wish ill on someone, you would need to say, "Don't eat shit and die."
Actually it's Eat Shit and Prosper: https://stephenskolnick.substack.com/ If the topic interests you at all (and it should), subscribe!
That makes more sense, since Colbert is part Vulcan. He is listed as a cast member on the new Star Trek series on Paramount but hasn't turned up yet on screen.
Well, it beats "Live long and eat shit"
agreed. Although as curses go, that one is pretty strong.
Stephen Colbert used that line about 15 years ago.
I prefer "Eat shit and live with your breath."
Gene, I’m calling you out as a sapienisist!! You imply that Neanderthal breeding with sapiens is a bad thing. The Neanderthals had a sophisticated culture for their time and yet were overwhelmed by the aggressive and more numerous sapiens. Given human history for the last few thousand years, it is possible that the more violent, less empathetic species survived!!
For all we know, Neanderthal men were kind and supportive and generous lovers! Maybe that’s we sapiens females sought them out as mates! We do know that there are sapiens males who are Joe Rogan fans…
How do they know that it wasn't non-Neanderthal men breeding with Neanderthal women? Or that breeding went both directions?
I spotted this, answering the question, just after posting:
https://arstechnica.com/science/2026/02/genomes-chart-the-history-of-neanderthal-modern-human-interactions/?utm_source=firefox-newtab-en-us
The SF novel "The Paradox Men" had this last chapter about this encounter in the past: " TOYNBEE TWENTY-TWO The leader, gray, grizzled and cold-eyed, paused and sniffed the air moving up the valley. The old Neandertal smelled reindeer blood a few hundred yards down the draw, and also another unknown smell, like, yet unlike, the noisome blend of grime, sweat and dung that characterized his own band. He turned to his little group and shook his flint-tipped spear to show that the spoor had been struck. The other men held their spears up, signifying that they understood and they would follow silently. The women faded into the sparse shrubbery of the valley slope. The men followed the reindeer path on down the gully, and within a few minutes peered through a thicket at an old male Eoanthropus, three females of assorted ages and two children, all lying curled stuporously under a windfall of branches and debris that overhung the gully bank. Blood still drained sluggishly from a half-devoured reindeer carcass lying under the old man’s head. Some sixth sense warned Eoanthropus of danger. He shook his five- hundred-pound body and convulsed into a snarling squat over the reindeer, searching through near-sighted eyes for the interlopers. The females and children scurried behind him with mingled fear and curiosity. “All men are brothers!” shouted the aging Neandertaler. “We come in peace and we are hungry.” He dropped his spear and held up both hands, palms outward. Eoanthropus clenched his fists nervously and squinted uncertainly toward his unwelcome guests. He growled a command to his little family, and like shadows they melted up the side of the draw. And after hurling a final imprecation at the invaders, the old male scuttled up the hill himself. The hunters watched the group vanish, and then two of them ran toward the reindeer carcass with drawn flint knives. With silent expert strokes they cut away the hind quarters of the animal and then looked up inquiringly at the old leader. “Take no more,” he warned. “Reindeer may be scarce here, and they may have to come back or go hungry.” He could not know that the genes of his fathers had been genetically reengineered by an inconceivably titanic intelligence, with the consequence that the colloidal webs in his frontal lobes had been subtly altered. And he could neither anticipate nor visualize the encounter of his own descendants in the distant future with their Cro-Magnon cousins, the tall people who would move up from Africa across the Sicilo-Italian land Bridge. He had no way of knowing that even as he had spared the animal-like Eoanthropus, so would he, Neandertal, be spared by Cro-Magnon. Nor had he any way of knowing that by offering the open palm instead of the hurled spear he had changed the destiny of all mankind to come. Or that he had dissolved, by preventing the sequence of events that led to its formation, the very intelligence that had wrought this marvelous change in the dawn-mind. For the entity sometime known as Muir-Alar had rejoined Keiris in a final eternity, even as the Neandertal’s harsh vocal cords were forming the cry that would herald the eventual spread of Toynbee Twenty-two throughout the universe: “All men are brothers!”
Harness, Charles L.. The Paradox Men (Gateway Essentials) . Orion. Kindle Edition.
Full name of Neanderthals is Homo sapiens neanderthalensis.
Well yes, both subspecies of Homo sapiens
It feels like we've been swallowing daily shit pills since von Fuckstick returned to office.
I also read the article about neadrethals and humans interbreeding. My first thought was that any university with a football team should have been able to work this one out.
😅😂🤣
Something can be funny, gross, and surprisingly effective all at the same time.
For instance, performing the sex act to make babies.
Seems like watching the entire State of the Union address ought to qualify as swallowing a massive quantity of shit pills.
I thought the existing RSV vaccine was already a “one and done” for life. I went full pin cushion in the fall and got Covid boost, annual flu, and RSV simultaneously.
Don’t get too confident. I got to go to urgent care on Tgiving Day from Flu A. My partner too. Both vaxed. Problem is the WHO scripts one vax for each (mixed) as of February (2025 for winter 2025). MRNA vaxes that hope to avoid this are only starting to be evaluated.
Real a few years ago my husband got C diff. We treated it with some real pricy pills.To see if they worked a stool sample needed to be tested. The collection was worked out with plastic wrap underneath a toilet seat. FYI. When I got to the lab it was open but empty. So I shouted "where do I put the sack of shit" that's my story
I took a Cologard test (poop in a box) last year. It’s all do-it-yourself and fairly straightforward, and then you box the results up and drop them off at the nearest UPS Store. Where, at least in my case, the person who takes the box, with its obvious Cologard markings indicating what’s inside, picks it up and shakes it vigorously for reasons unbeknownst to me. I left quickly. All I know about what happened after that is the results say I’m good.
So that must be the origin of the UPS slogan, "What can brown do for you?"
Brown was not doing itself any favors that day.
Yeah, but that UPS employee had to look for work immediately thereafter.
As I said, I split immediately. For his sake I was hoping I’d gotten everything sealed just as tight as the instructions said to.
Before the poop pills of which you speak, there were (and still are) things that can be treated using fecal transplants. Hitler was treated for his digestive issues with FMT-- fecal microbiota transplant. According to an article from the American Society for Microbiology (Jun 10, 2025--my fifty-t(h)ird birthday):
It Began With Poop Soup
The birth of FMTs precedes knowledge of microbes, much less the gut microbiota. The first records date back to fourth century China, where “yellow soup” (i.e., human fecal slurry) was used to treat patients with severe diarrhea and food poisoning. Though quite possibly the worst soup ever, it was reported to have "brought patients back from the brink of death.”
https://tinyurl.com/yre65tr3
Never ordering egg drop soup again, anywhere.
But it came with egg rolls and fried rice if you ordered the number 27 special. This was the apparent reason why residents of that particular province tended to order carry-out or delivery from neighboring ones. Kitchen inspections were notoriously lax in those days.
As opposed to the House Special Number 1 or Number 2.
ISWYDT
I wonder what Rachel thinks of cohabitation with a Geneanderthal?
Soylent Brown? There are people who (allegedly) drink coffee made from civit cat droppings so, I dunno.
1. You need a fourth survey option. A fecal pill is not funny, not because I find the subject too serious but because I find the image in my mind so gross that any humor portions of my brain are deactivated.
2. DNA analysis indicates that I have slightly above average Neanderthal DNA, but alas I don't think I inherited any of the caveman parts that made 'em so popular with the ladies!
So, in the Facebook hosted discussion about the pediatricians' potential immunity to RSV, this is how they spell the fluid that distributes oxygen, removes contaminants and many other important functions: "bl*od ."
Presumably for violence filters?! They even did it in the image.
I wondered about that too. Yeah, I guess for violence filters.
Well, they picked the right "o" to obliterate. Otherwise, I might've guessed "blond." I swear, we are, as a culture, becoming more Victorian all the time. I am off to find my pearls so I can clutch them.
Race you to the fainting couch!
This discussion is giving me the vapors....the anal vapors.
That’s called a fart in uncouth society.
Horses sweat. Men perspire. Women express themselves.
In re: that oral fecal microbiota product, you do want to be sure your gastroenterologist knows shit from Shinola.
That phrase would not be understood by most people younger than 60.
The more contemporary, "knows his ass from a hole in the ground" also works, I believe.
Wouldn’t it be more logical if fecal transplants were performed with suppositories?
I know all about this from my interview with Dr. Aas ! No, it has to go in through the stomach first. Back then it was done a tube in the mouth.
That’s just what he told you. Behind your back, he was secretly laughing his Aas off.
"Behind your back": (laughing)
Why did root canals in East Germany take 8 hours? People were so afraid to open their mouths, the dentist had to go in the other way!
Ahhhh...Cold War humor....
I’m going to need to take those pills wrapped in something from Dunkin Donuts.
May I recommend a chocolate donut hole?
Clever! I like it!
I had intended to comment that if "Blood drawn from pediatricians has been found to contain super-strong antibodies for RSV," then blood drawn from preschool or elementary school teachers ought to be at least as anti-virally potent. But I doubt that observation can compete with poop jokes.