Woah isn't that exactly what he himself tries to do in Undiscovered Country?
Kampfradler. I read War-Roader -> Roadwarrior but Google translate says Combat Cyclists... So... Battlerider? Sweet👌
Is it that battleriders are taking the streets away from drivers? and that since only drivers carry the taxburden then battleriders don't deserve their own rideways?
They are a boomer because their "cure" (give them no roads!) just feeds the "disease" (they took muh roads!)?
This looked way way easier to decode when I first scrolled past it 😂
My humble contribution, Kai Winn
My brutal but fair take:
I feel the bigwigs for Star Trek would sacrifice us all, in a heartbeat, for their own Grogu to get the kiddos buying merch.
They can be archived without being playable
You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger darling.
Imagine an archive for unreadable books, unwatchable films, and unplayable games too!
Squidward, his lawnchair folded
Normies like me today seeing this in their feed:
And after he beans back out:
Lord! It's a miracle! Man up and vanished like a fart in the wind!
“The house I grew up in was built by the Dublin Corporation,” Meaney says.
“How could we build houses then and can’t build them now?... It’s fking Thatcherism, Reaganism, the neoliberals and the trickle-down economy that Fianna Fáil and Fine Gael both bought into, [the idea] that the market will sort everything out. B***ocks.”
Our boy doesn’t hold back and I’m here for it!
DAX: I hope you're not holding back because I'm a woman. If it makes things any easier, think of me as a man. I've been one several times.
think of me as a man. I've been one several times.
We could do this all day, I just reached for this example because of my recent run Gowron of episodes 🖖
So ultimately, I feel like what we’re saying is that in order for Starfleet and that beautiful vision that Roddenberry had of this optimistic utopia, in order for that vision to exist, in order for the light to exist, you need people who operate in the shadows. And it’s a yin and yang. You can’t have one without the other.
I don’t like this sort of mother-goosery in my fully automated luxury gay space communism.
I prefer the assimilating power of root beer as the true defender of the federation.
Ya in his quarters he decries the Klingon bastards that killed his son. But at the dinner with Gorkon he drinks and toasts with klingons. He leaves it in his quarters, which of course backfires.