

Honestly, at that point, I think you let him have it.


Honestly, at that point, I think you let him have it.


Or maybe tax the rich? They have money. They just don’t want to use it.


But he tries not to, so that’s worth a few points.


Loved that line so much.
But it wasn’t entirely true, was it?


You make some good points, but I don’t want discipline out of her. She was a good captain, particularly for an environment that is supposed to produce Starfleet Officers.
She just needs some decorum.


My only issue with Academy was the presence of a captain who refused to act like an officer. Stand up straight, put on your boots, sit in the chair like a normal human.
Other than that, I loved it.


No, that’s just me being stupid.


This sounds like the first chapter of 1986.


Blind squirrel…


Huh. I guess even Trump can’t be wrong all the time.


I really liked the episode with him and the Cardassian lad. The two of them bonding over Keiko’s over-enthusiastic cultural dishes was wonderful.
And I’d like to think that it softened him on Cardassians, a bit.


No-one well ask, because we know the answer. It was cheaper to let them do it.


You are either answering the wrong question, or are defining a lie based on some criteria I don’t recognize.
Telling a Nazi there are no Jews in my basement is a lie. The only way it’s not a lie is if there are, in fact, no Jews in my basement. But it is not wrong to lie to a Nazi.


The word “tick” is very important here.


I recall he ordered it from the replicator center. I imagine they had large replicators for furnature, then beamed it to his quarters.


I would assume they were placed on a bedside table pointed in the general direction of the fucking.
But still.


Depends. If the chief murdered the guy, then that’s the restaurant’s responsibility for not keeping the chef secured.


Seems like other people got to it before I did.
I’m always curious to know how one decides who’s sense of offence is to be taken seriously, and who’s is to be ignored.


People have no sense of humor.
That was what my mind supplied.