Oh, man, if I had to rely on my charitability to carry me through doing it, I wouldn't have lasted five minutes. Maybe not even one.
In the interests of avoiding abyss-gazing and preserving the remaining tatters of my soul, I make a point of trying not to assume people are lying goddamn shitweasels even when it is really simple and easy to assume that they’re lying goddamn shitweasels.
It was on sale.
There are those who say that adhering to principles over pragmatism condemns you to be a loser.
Myself, I say it depends on which game you are playing. You may well lose the game of "wield political power in 2020s America", but if the game you're actually playing is "avoid becoming an integrity-void sack of shit", you're going to come out way ahead of the field.
Indeed. I cannot think of any value of it for which this would not be true.
...you know I had to know that to make the pun, right?
There's something special about seeing someone defend the Florida ban on cultured meat as "libertarian", on the grounds that it's a defensive move against hypothetical future plans to ban animal meat.
Much like trade wars, fighting bans with bans is another variant on the strategy of defeating your opponent by punching yourself in the face until they give up.
Or, as Nietzche might have said, "if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss crawls right up your asshole and eats your brain".
(Given my particular skillset, "missile bus" is totally the name for my post-apoc madcap technical.)
I just miss the days when we used to name ammunition colliers after volcanoes.
I hope there'll be a transcript.
Science fiction writer. Speaker to minerals. Consensualist. Illeist. Pony and kanmusu stan. Can call spirits from the vasty deep!