He will have been missed.
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To date, this is how the very few interactions I've had with Never Trumpers have gone, because I want to talk about the Befor...
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“This maybe the year when we finally come face to face with ourselves; finally just lay back and say it—that we are really j...
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LMFAO!!
Loooove the red shirt Stench, step over here to the transporter......
DAMN IT, JIM...I'm a doctor*, not a President.
[*Where "Doctor"=One who doctors the past, or at least tries to.]
Damn it, Jim, I'm a DOCTOR*, not a President.
[*Where Doctor=Verb transitive, To alter or change something, generally with the intent--if not the result--of improving it.]
It's 6am in Denver and Driftglass has already won the internet for today. Fcking perfect!
By the way, congrats on getting out of Chicago. We finally sold our house in Lombard after 9 months on the market. At a loss. Wheeeeeeee. At least it's done and I get to look at purple mountains majesty out my back windows every morning without worrying about every major storm blowing up to Lake Michigan.
Cheers!
He's dead, Jim.
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Ensign Romney, here. I'm picking up political TriCorder readings that indi... aarrgh!
(Galaxy Quest reference)
Candidate #6!!
This is about 15 different kinds of awesome.
The greatest thing was, that no matter what happened to the red shirt (vaporized, shot, or my personal fav..dehydrated in to a cube and crushed to dust by hand) the full acknowledgment of their passing was usually at most, a temporary pained expression on the Captain's face.
By episodes end, all was laughter and relief on the bridge as they moved on to the next planet.
Yep...I can feel that here...
Live long and prosper, Drifty.
If any of my fellow Trekkies out there have not yet read John Scalzi's novel Redshirts, I recommend it. ^__^
--Hamfast Ruddyneck, formerly known as Monster from the Id
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