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.

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  • the average Republican voter does not understand

    You can just stop there, and be correct about almost any topic.

    I had to explain tax brackets to my mother.

    She’s got a degree to teach math. And I know she actually went to college since I can remember sitting in the back of her classrooms when she couldn’t find a babysitter.

    She used to do her own taxes and my grandparents taxes.

    But, as a teenager, I had to explain why a potential $2 raise doesn’t mean she’s losing more money in taxes than the raise is giving her.

    She also doesn’t believe the welfare cliff exists, despite our family being precariously perched atop it when I was in elementary school.

    At this point I think she’s just heard the same stupid shit repeated over and over, she doesn’t even question it anymore.





  • In theory, I agree. Nuclear weaponry should never exist. The power to erase millions of people with a single push of a button is absolute insanity.

    In practice, the world isn’t going to suddenly decide to de-arm itself and dismantle every nuke. So if they aren’t giving up theirs, refusing to make my own over that just leaves me another corpse on the moral high road.

    Sometimes I wonder if the world would be a better place had the Manhattan project been sabotaged by the scientists and nuclear weapons were deemed unfeasible. I’d like to think so.


  • 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.








  • I always see people commenting on stories like this with things like “how does anyone actually believe that/think anyone will believe that?”

    Well, that’s exactly the point. It’s not about the death being convincingly accidental. It’s very much about sending a message to others.

    You don’t eliminate the competition and agitators with the exact same method of execution for 30+ years (with a few false-flag apartment bombings thrown in for good measure) and expect to keep things covert.

    The only way they could make it more obvious is the “he hogtied himself, ate a cyanide capsule, jumped out the window and shot himself twice in the back of the head on the way down” trope.