TORONTO (Reuters) - A human sperm shortage in Canada, caused by new rules on donor screening, has forced doctors, and their patients who want to be artificially inseminated, to look south of the border for frozen semen, according to fertility specialists.
Omigawd, the 'Mericans are playing Yankee Doodle for us and they AREN'T using tin flutes, if you catch my drift.
Let me say right here and right now that it's not that Canadian Doodles are any less yankable than Yankee Doodles. The article says it's that Canadian sperm banks were basically non-profit, running on razor thin financial margins.
When the government found the banks weren't meeting all the screening requirements, they were told they couldn't use the tens of thousands of donations on hand. Many had to go bankrupt because they were counting on future sales of their um frozen assets to stay afloat, and this left a shortfall in the jiz biz. (Forgive me, sometimes I just can't help myself.)
It could take several years for Canadian sperm banks to build up enough liquidity to meet our nation's needs.
"The stocks have decreased dramatically," said fertility specialist Roger Pierson, president of the Canadian Fertility and Adrology Society, told Reuters.
My fellow Canuckians of the XY chromosome persuasion, can we allow this sad situation to continue? I THINK NOT!
Gentlemen, it's time to um take matters in hand and .:ahem:. come to the rescue.
Your attention to this matter will be greatly appreciated, eh.
P.S.--Memo, a wonderful newsletter put out by Glassdog originally alerted me to the Reuters news story. If you love quirky stuff, you'll love Memo, eh.
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