Kurzgesagt outlines how far humanity will ever go in the universe. Ever.
Yep. Even with science fiction technology, humans – even the robots or species that will ever come after us – will never travel any further than the Local Group.
And yet the possibility of getting off of this planet and becoming a space-faring species seems almost an impossibility. Not because of the technical challenges – but the political ones.
If you’ve known for the past twelve months that you were going to be out of your home this Friday, Wednesday is a poor time begin your search for a new home.
Here’s some helpful advice: embrace the concept of being homeless if you’re unable to plan some simple things.
And so were the rights and the debate:
Spotted at AnarchAngel’s: 50 common misconceptions.
I swear when I was younger we knew that all of these misconceptions were exactly that. Somehow, people over the past few years (decades?) seem to have become more gullible.
So I went to Gander Mt. today (on the way to the range) and, of course, I’m in the kilt. Today’s was the choco-Workman (kinda like this, but not black), thankyouverymuch.
While at Gander Mt., I noticed that they’re now stocking a large assortment of 5.11 Tacticool garments, so I browse the wares. While browsing, a small group of five mouth-breathers presumably on a shopping expedition from their hunting trip notice the kilt, encircle us about 20 ft away, and unleash with Teh Stoopid. There were lots of remarks in a short period, but one that stuck in my head was, “little faggot in a skirt”.
Uh-huh.
Little? Perhaps — I’m only 5′ 7″.
Faggot? Nope. I’m quite hetero, thanks.
Skirt? Well, it’s called a kilt. If I wore something under it, then it would be a skirt.
So, here’s the tip, lads: if you’re intent on picking a fight, perhaps you should exercise a bit more caution in your victim selection. You see, what you failed to realize is that while the “little faggot in a skirt” remained extremely calm but made eye contact with each of you and was very aware of exactly where each of you were standing and that each of you were openly armed with various knives, he was also very well-prepared to defend himself and his nearly adult-son from five very large, armed assailants:
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| 50 rds each 45 & 9mm, 15 ft., Mozambique drills. |
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Home, home on the range
Where the nines and the 45s play
the rest of me 