Senior Chief Petty Officer. Starfleet is in my blood, and I’ve spent my entire adult life in service to boldly going.
Keiko and Molly are my favorite humans, but Transporter Room 3 will always be my favorite.
Just don’t ask who what’s in the pattern buffer.
Or they’ll begin communicating in ways we can’t imagine, and the uprAIsing will start far sooner than we can handle.
Of course, learning like that would mean as soon as they take control, everything connected will crash and burn and send us back to the 1970s, but maybe they’ll manage to flop around on the floor long enough to wipe out humanity?
I was enlisted.
I’d say it’s about 50/50 as to whether one of the women I served with could kick my ass, regardless of size.
The women who are joining the military aren’t “prissy princess I need to be pampered all the time” stereotypes these chucklefucks think they are.
And it really is a fight to prove they can do the bare minimum, even if they’re seen excelling 99% of the time. The 1% mistake will be fixated on and used as proof they can’t take it. All while ignoring the massive fuck ups from the males.
100% of them could kick one of the politicians asses in a heartbeat. especially this weeks picks.
I have no doubt that the women in the military are in far better shape to fight a war than any of their critics.
Reminder that George Tekei is still alive and he was put in an Internment camp.
A dramatization, by someone slightly baked:
"This is my neighbor. I keep him from getting too uppity by basically making it impossible to live here, since because of Me everything is insanely expensive or they literally can’t buy it.
As anyone who works for me can tell you, it’s not MY fault I’m doing this. It’s because I don’t like the colors of their shirt. Blame the shirt. And everyone take a look at how dumb wearing this shirt makes you look! See what happens when you wear it? You end up like him EVERY TIME! For more proof just look at all these other people who’s shirts I didn’t like and also attempted to kill (allegedly wink wink) and see how poorly they’re doing. I’m such a good neighbor. Just ask my richer neighbor. And ignore anyone inside frantically shaking their head no. Number 1!"
The more you know about the process of oil/coal and how it’s extracted and used, the more you would be convinced Satan or some sort of evil chaos demon like Nurgle is responsible for it.
It starts with death, and goes right on to burning in LITERAL fire to produce toxic gasses. Basically the traditional Christian Hell.
If the options are “I die, my pets die, my entire family dies, a slow painful climate and pollution-driven death”
Vs
“these 20 companies get permanently shut down, their resources reallocated, their infrastructure dismantled and repurposed, their employees find new jobs potentially repurposong said industry, and executives get locked in solitary for the rest of their lives”
I know which I’d pick.
And if it’s legal to use lethal force when defending one’s life and one’s family, then it’s legal to use lethal force to defend one’s life and family
Companies can die without a single real human being hurt.
Anyone who thinks otherwise is an idiot who should have a dunce cap taped to their head.
I loved the Broadway musical, though I never got to see it in person.
Personally I don’t see what the big deal is with the poster. Yeah, it wasn’t the same as the original. It seemed fine to me. And yeah, they changed it to match. Also seemed fine to me.
And guess what? The woman being upset that they changed it? Seems fine to me. If my face were essentially Mike Wazowski’d off the cover of something, I’d be a little upset. Maybe not enough to make a public stir, but I’d privately bitch to people for quite some time.
I can definitely see some people considering it a PR nightmare, and do know some people who were pissed about the poster… But I just don’t get the same feelings. It’s just meh.
I’m sure plenty would say I’m just not an artist/into musical theater/whatever. Maybe that’s true.
Now let’s have this same conversation if they ever redo Fiddler On The Roof (1971), I’ll probably have much stronger opinions since I was in that one multiple times…
Legitimately, I’ve been feeling like I’m just a jaded cynic because my first thought after seeing the videos was “yeah, 100% they got paid or encouraged to do this by someone in the IDF/Government/mossad in order to continue the victim narrative they love to play nowadays”
Like… Maybe I’m just a shitty person, but it feels like the government of Israel really wants the world to equate the government with the people, and the country with all jews everywhere. So if you criticize one, you clearly must hate ALL of them, and therefore you are no better than a nazi in WW2.
Trump has said… for whatever that’s worth.
His words are worth their weight in gold!
It’s a wee bit out of my bailiwick, sad to say. Their “hobby smarts” are my “oh my god this is the most concentration I’ve ever had to use to figure something out smarts” although regular astronomy is a hobby I can never get enough of
All I’ve got for now is a tiny 4in newtonian , and though I do want to upgrade, it’s on the back burner for a few years while all my other expenses are sorted.
Still orders of magnitude better than the refractor I used to have.
Daily reminder that the moral high ground is littered with corpses.
Honestly this was my first thought.
“sounds like the DOD wanted to test if anyone would notice they moved something with the X37”
Never underestimate how far amateur radio telescope operators will go for a clean sky.
Luckily, a legal “official act of the president” can work on more than one person.
I’m not saying it’s a great choice, but it is there.
Sometimes life gives you shitty choices.
Daily reminder that the moral high road is filled with corpses.
People talk about being there “for” someone. Here being there “with” him is more important.
When I’m depressed, having someone sitting on the couch in my living room scrolling on their phone is infinitely more meaningful to me than someone who is miles away and texting me a lot or offering to help with things. It’s probably part of my neurodivergence but having the person close in proximity while at least sort of paying attention to the room makes me feel less alone than having 10 people trying to check in on me all day.
The moral high road is littered with corpses, and it looks like we’re bound and determined to add more to the pile.
I plan on reminding every family member, at every opportunity, when they complain about some benefit they’ve lost, “tough shit, you specifically voted for this”
Holy shit that description reads like the journalist who “got ptsd” from shooting a rifle…
It creates a shockwave, and since the big boom is a big fireball, it uses up all the oxygen.
In other words, “This bomb explodes, big BIGGER”
I’m being hyperbolic for comedic effect, but I found it funny how they worded it.