This is how you know the Navy isn’t like Star Trek.

I think it refers to being being out at work, or at a major event.

If I shit myself at work, I’m going home. I’m not coming back, either.

If I’m out hiking, same again.

If i’m running errands, I might have to go back out to finish them. The groceries aren’t gonna buy themselves, and now I really have to do the laundry.

He’ll be on a plane to el Salvador before the end of today. Depend upon it.

Narrator: he did not, in fact, know what the hell he was doing.

I mean, I’m not 100% opposed to some of the things he claims he’s trying to accomplish. But I’m not what you’d call an expert on the topic, and I might have some bad ideas about how the economy works. But even if I’m not barking up the wrong tree, the things he’s doing are not how you accomplish the things he says he wants to accomplish.

Why do we keep electing stupid old men to office?

I just got a bunch of stickers from that guy. (Or lady, as the case may be) good quality stuff, and if I ever find that damn tesla truck parked, I’m gonna give it a little bit of flair.

Right. They are just gonna let anyone sell anything.

My wife is artsy, and I’m sciency. Maybe we can go into snake oil.

Ah, you forget the alternative. Instead of quicker review, we could just reduce oversight, and remove safety regulations.

Agreed, but that was kind of the premise of the discussion, I think.

Unless you have a keylogger installed.

of course he ducking does. If he didn’t, the court would have to try to impose some kind of penalty, and they know as well as any of us that they have no actual power to do so.

Ten gets you twenty that the man in question is already a corpse. Probably been dead since the judge ordered him returned. If it ever comes to it, it will be revealed that he died in an accident, and the courts will take a moment to wag their finger at Trump.

And that will be that.

To a certain extent, yes.

I used to do a dirty job. I spent most days trying hard to minimize the amount of grime I got on my hands. Some days it got past the wrist, despite my best efforts, and at that point, I would just give up and dive in.

Seems pretty straightforward to me.

If I’m gonna be shit on for being unethical no matter what I do, (because that is no option to not consume under capitalism for most of us) I might as well be unethical in a way that brings me a little happiness.

This is also a lovely example of why it can be risky to damn with too broad a brush.

In in a similar boat. All I can do is bail as hard as I can.

No, I know. Like I said, it’s not going to be pleasant.

It’s already not pleasant, but it’s going to not be, too.

The other last line.

Reynolds added that while at the minimum, investors will want to have a single bullet in the chamber for themselves, ideally, individuals should make sure they have enough so the whole family is taken care of.

This sounds like the guy who suggested “virgin edibles” as an idea worth trying out.

Or, to rephrase it, “food.”

Everyone who thinks this seems to forget that they have to live through the collapse of civilization. It’s not gonna be pleasant.

Bones in the Ocean hurts me in ways that it has no business doing so.

I’ve never suffered a loss of any great magnitude. I’ve never even been to sea, though I desperately wish I had been.

That last line took it from dark humor to inappropriate, in my opinion.

Some people just process these things better by forcing themselves to put them into words. Journals, for some people are not written to be read, but to be written.

I was like they in high school. Wrote out my thoughts. Lose-leaf paper in my binder with me other school stuff, so they didn’t survive more than a few months. But the writing was the point. No-one was ever going to read them, not even me.