Get your predatory publishing into PubMed!
How to make an academic career in medicine, a guide for white men and their wives.
Category: Academic Publishing
Towards equal opportunity for prostate, breast and ovarian cancers
“Are they just taking the piss?” -Smut Clyde
Erdogan’s academic elites
Önder Metin had a rogue PhD student whom he trusted “to ensure their academic growth”. But “mistakes were made by mistake”, conclusions are never affected. Yet those who still complain, will pay dearly.
Neanderthals abused to support bully Alan Cooper
The journal Science and the anthropology community manage an amazing feat of celebrating bullying, harassment and bad science while urinating upon Douglas Adams’ grave.
Victims as perpetrators
Smut Clyde as Detective Columbo investigates: The victims of a paper mill are actually in cahoots with the perpetrators! Stealth corrections happen faster than one can catch them!
MDPI and racism
In 2019, MDPI published a Special Issue “Beyond Thirty Years of Research on Race Differences in Cognitive Ability”, one year later its owner Shu-Kun Lin expressed admiration for Trump and said “Black Lives Matter. White Lives Matter. All Lives Matter.”
Zelenko and Raoult fall in each other’s arms
The marriage of love between Didier Raoult and Vovka Zelenko is now official. It was ordained by the International Society for Microbial Chemotherapy. No COVID-19 restrictions apply, and there’s enough chloroquine for everyone.
The Adventures of a Mouse Malignancy Group Portraitist
Smut Clyde was busy with yet another Chinese paper mill. A plastic ruler was deployed.
Sperm teleportation between Massimo Fioranelli and Alireza Sepehri
“Even if we be under force and have to return to Galileo times, theories are going theirselves. […] Describing some subjects for them is similar to speaking of flying with airplane for people around 1000 years ago. I don’t wonder if they kill us for these theories as in Galileo times.” – Massimo Fioranelli, a looney
Dead horses won’t flog themselves
“This is electrophoresis porn, readers, a phrase that I never expected to find myself writing.” -Smut Clyde
