Remember Matt Taylor? He's the brilliant scientist who successfully landed a space ship the size of a shoebox on a comet hurdling through space at like a Mazillion miles an hour. He was the toast of astrophysics, that is until some delicate feminist harpies got the vapors over his sleeve tatts and outrageous shirt featuring partially naked women in a dungeons and dragons theme, in a TV interview. Over night, he became the poster boy for the imaginary war-on-women.
Well, looks like Matt may get the last laugh. His craft has picked up what may be evidence of rudimentary viral "life" on the comet.
Heh heh, go dunk your heads feminists. The mere possibility of alien life trumps your adolescent persecution complex. And where can I order that fabulous shirt?