Penny

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3. I don't mean to be a prick

@SleepingSilence

Why ever not? You have prodigious talent!

Look at the way you deliberately misrepresent my position even when I make an effort to clarify it for you? Look at the use of strike through? Look at how you casually suggest that I have never had anything substantive to contribute. You could be the greatest!

@Penny There's other posts that seem to imply you'd be more than okay to tear apart established rules in law and culture. Like biology. It's not even that out of left field, many people want to destroy America's current culture... blah blah blah

@SleepingSilence

Refer to :

in response to right wing whining about how liberals are trying to destroy America/Britain/Wherever.

@Penny

I hope that clarifies things for you.

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@SleepingSilence I can't find the original quote but it is fair to say that any time I use a phrasing like 'moribund edifice' I am being sarcastic. Likely in response to right wing whining about how liberals are trying to destroy America/Britain/Wherever.

As you still seem to be confused allow me to restate my point about suicide bombers.

I believe :

All people have a right to kill themselves. Suicide bombings are committed by people. Those people have the same right to kill themselves as everyone else. They don't have a right to murder other people or to destroy other peoples property.

Perhaps you thought I was saying I believe people have a right to commit suicide bombing attacks? I do not.

I hope that clarifies things for you.

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Years of this have made conservatives as wary of the "nazi" label

@mdk

Of course, even actual Nazis dont like to be called Nazis. They prefer less loaded terms these days. In my statement I was alluding to actual legitimate kill all the jews Nazis as a rhetorical device.

as you probably are of words like "socialist" (when used as a negative anyway).

@mdk

I am a socialist in the European social democracy sense of the word. I'm fine with it :)

So like, if we took the stereotypical screaming liberal and the stereotypical screaming conservative and filled the whole country with 'em in equal measures, and no one from either camp would so much as sit down with someone from the other, they'd all probably think themselves pretty virtuous (AT LEAST I AIN'T SITTIN WITH THE GODDAMN COMMIES) and also they'd eventually wipe each other out.

@mdk

Ok. Even if that is true which I dont think it is I don't need to engage in personal relationships with people whose political views are completely abhorrent to me. I am required to maintain professional ones of course. People are very reluctant to give up deeply views in one one debates there are better places I can invest my time.

CaN't We AlL jUsT gEt AlOnG?? But seriously like.... at a certain point politics becomes dogma, and then you're really just marketing all the worst parts about religion. Something like "I wouldn't even EAT DINNER with them!" seems like a step in that direction, at a glance. Of course if it's a literal actual goddamn Nazi, who cares, just, ya know, stating the obvious I guess in hopes of a circlejerky thumbs-up vote.

@mdk

I am using a literal nazi as a rhetorical device to demonstrate that there do exist people who are so despicable that I would not share a meal with them. You are correct in inferring that I would put people other than Nazis in this category as my previous posts confirm.

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Relief was almost immediate as they entered the small cleft in the rock. Sheer walls of dull grey granite rose ten or twelve feet above them, atop which the branches of ambitious pines whiped back and forth in the storms tumult. It wasn’t so much a true cave as a small canyon that ended in a slightly sloping overhang. The temperature didn’t very much but just to be out of the enervating wind was an enormous improvement. To Camilla’s great relief it seemed that the spring thaws had deposited a considerable amount of broken tree limbs in the canyon over the years. The canyon floor was very uneven, covered with rocks ranging from the size of a fist to the size of a cannonball. Detritus gave the whole place a cramped feeling, reminiscent of a tunnel.

With Cydric’s help they were able to construct a small lean-to from aged pine branches. Getting a fire going was considerable more difficult as the timber was icy cold. Eventually Camilla solved the problem but mixing wood shavings with gunpowder from one of her pistol cartridges and igniting it with the flint. Carefully, the fed twigs to the tiny fire until it could digest some of the large pieces of timber.

Above them the storm continued to howl its fury and made the sky above the canyon a continual swirl of greyish white. Once the fire had warmed them Camilla peeled off her cloak and unfastened the black and red leather armor she wore beneath to allow the heat to penetrate. She was an extremely attractive woman, with long clean limbs, dark glossy hair and the features and figure of a Tilean statue. Before she had been rescued or escaped with Cydric she had been a professional courtesan, having been trained as such in her sun drenched southern homeland.

“Thank Ulric for small mercies,” she whispered, continuing her long standing habit of praying to whichever god seemed most convenient. The fire crackled and popped as the wet timber burned and she pulled off her gloves before sticking her hands close to the blaze to warm her long slender fingers.

“Tell me again why we are walking through a village to some burg or another I have never heard of?” she inquired plaintively.
@POOHEAD189

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Sayeeda didn’t much like funerals. In theory Andor’s Armored had always tried to recover the bodies of fallen troopers for proper interment. That wasn’t always practical. She had too many memories of manhandling the bodies of fallen comrades over the side of the fighting vehicle during an engagement or coughing as she breathed in the finally dispersed vapor of plasma torn troopers. As the captain of the Highlander however it was proper that she was present as the three soldiers who had died of their wounds were loaded into the airlock and jettisoned into the roiling tide of RIP space.

Aiden, having shed his armor in favor of what she could only assume were the most subdued clothes Neil had ever owned, spoke a few solem words and then dismissed the gathering. Three more of his men were critically wounded but had been saved by virtue of putting them in stasis within their three theoretically functional cryo pods. It was axiomatic that if a soldier could reach advanced medical care he would survive, modern medicine didn’t lose too many people who got to a surgery while still breathing. Several other men were due long sessions with the autodoc but would emerge none the worse for wear.

When the formalities were done Almaric’s advisor, the grizzled old sergeant, invited them to conference with the Prince. The cockpit was chosen by virtue of being the only large space that could be isolated from the surviving troops. Several of his hangers on tried to join the meeting but the lack of space and a stern glare from the sergeant were enough to dissuade them.

“Firstly I would like to thank you again for saving my life and those of my men,” Aiden began with a grateful nod at the Highlander crew. Out of his armor he was a surprisingly impressive man, he clearly spent a good deal of time out door or else worked hard to maintain his physique. That wasn’t Sayeeda’s usual impression of aristocrats, they tended to let themselves go as far as their egos would permit.

“I would like to offer you a suitable reward as soon as I return to *BLANK*,” he went on grandly.

“Well we will be happy to accept your gratitude,” Junebug commented drly, having gained the distinct impression she was interrupting a rehearsed speech. Aiden turned his dazzlingly white smile upon her with an engaging nod. She could see why Taya was smitten with him.

“I would also like to discuss chartering this vessel… The Highlander is it? Direct to *Blank*, I will compensate you for your lost cargo but it is impressive I return home immediately,” the prince declared with surprising earnestness. The old sergeant was nodding his approval of this course of action.

“Surely you would be more comfortable on a proper passenger vessel…” Sayeeda began to object but Aiden was shaking his head even as she began the objection.

“Comfort is an irrelevance Mistress Cykali…”

“Captain,” Junebug corrected.

“Captain Cykali,” he finished with an apologetic bow of his head.

“You see the story of how my vessel came to be wrecked on *BLANK* is a complicated one.”

“It is treason sire, call a spade a bloody entrenching tool,” the old solider grumped earning a slightly pained glance from his principle. Aiden spread his hands and leaned back against the viewport.

“I have something of a reputation as a scholar of the Ancients,” Aiden went on, unconsciously his eyes flicked to Neil’s tattoo before returning to the group. That showed a surprising degree of observational skill given the crisis they had just come through.

“I was on my way to view the ruins on Hue 326 when I decided to stop and investigate the rumors of uncharted Ancient sites on *BLANK*. We had almost landed when an explosion tore out half our engineering section and the ship crash landed.” Sayeeda let out a low whistle and Taya gave her a questioning look.

“According to the charts Hue 326 is another week or week and a half away,” she explained.

“If he hadn’t come out of the RIP…”

“My ship would have vanished forever and no one but the plotters would know what had become of me,” Aiden concluded, his face hardening for the first time into something beyond a jovial aristocrat.
@POOHEAD189

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I'm like 99.99% percent certain counseling on your end was literally -never- brought up once.

@SleepingSilence

I should also point out that there would certainly be a prescription process for obtaining the meds to end a life and you could easily build in counseling and other treatment as necessary precursors for ending your life, really not going to be an over the counter thing.

@Penny

the patient must be fully aware of his/her condition, prospects, and options

@Penny

I guess this is that one time in a thousand you are mistaken.

A. I dont want to dismantle society.

B. Yes all gender identifications are equally valid.

C. I feel I'm fairly unambiguous most of the time. I will be happy to clarify a non zero and non infinite number of points for you.

I do think suicide bombers have a right to take their own lives, just like anyone else, its the murdering of all the other people that I have an objection to, so no, I dont need to backtrack.

@Penny

Hey I found the original quote! Turns out I was responding to a post from you and I was discussing the right of individuals in general to kill themselves. Suicide bombers being a subset of people and all. I'm sure you didn't mean to take what I said out of context.

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environmental and property damage

@SleepingSilence

Make sure you use a low carbon emission vest.

I don't 100 percent remember the context in which we discussed suicide bombing. I think it was part of the discussion of assisted suicide? Cant really scroll back that far on my phone.

I was actually arguing for medically assisted suicide after appropriate counseling. Killing yourself with a bomb would violate laws that regulate the possession of explosives.

All that aside how does it make it difficult for you to understand why I would rather not brunch with Nazis?

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I'm really no sure what people find so hard to fathom about not associating with people who hold views you find reprehensible. If someone tortured puppies for fun, I would not have lunch with that person.

Now if someone believes that there horoscope accurately describes their future. I find that to be objectionable but Ill probably manage to avoid deleting their contact info instantly.

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

The whole peninsular rocked with the concussion as Neil's improvised fusion bomb converted a hundred hectares of rocky coastline to blackening volcanic glass. Dust and debris rained over the beleagured defenders like hail. Sayeeda's helmet had integral sonic dampers which deployed instantly to save her hearing, most of the soldiers and the nobles and retainers weren't so lucky and clutched their ears in stunned amazement. Junebug clicked her helmet over to milimetric radar to cut through the grit.

"Neil! Light up the landing bay lights bright as they will take," she shouted, unnecessarily as her commlink transmitted the message and modulated it to a comfortable volume for recipients. She grabbed the staggered noble and shoved him towards the Highlander. A moment later brilliant white strips of light, visible through the storm of grit, appeared around the entry way. Sayeeda started bodily grabbing soldiers and attendants and shoving them towards the lights. Most managed to stumble under their own power.

"Junebug," Taya's voice came breathlessly in her ear, "I have you patched into the locals communications net..."

"All units withdraw to the lights, fall back while you can troopers!" the shocked troops needed little encouragement but Junebug grabbed those two stunned or too scared to move.

"Seargent, you and your men collect the wounded!" she called to a squad of troops that came jogging out of the storm in fairly good order. The dust was settling rapidly as the rain continued to pelt down. She vaulted up onto a rock and looked out over the expanse of blackened destruction. Shockingly she saw movement at the edges of it. Beyond the range of any thrown rock, but curious she dialed up the magnification on her helmet. Creatures, many blackened and burned by radiation were hurling boulders into the still molten glass. They were making a causeway.

"You have got to be kidding me..." she mouthed in open mouthed awe at such an endeavor. Whatever these things were it was clearly best to leave the planet to them.

"Captain!" a voice shouted behind her. Sayeeda turned to see Aiden Amalric standing behind her. He held a plasma rifle in his hand and an odd metalic cyilinder in the other. SHe was surprised he wasn't cowering aboard the Highlander, he certainly looked pale enough to be going into shock.

"All my men are off the beach, come we must go!" Sayeeda's respect for the noble rose a few notches and, ignoring his outstretched hand vaulted down from the rock to land beside him. Together they ran for the Highlander, booted feet ringing metallic on the gangplank, the ship already beginning to rise into the air on vectored thrust. By the time the hatch had closed the Freighter was skimming the wavetops, out to sea and beyond the range of any further projectiles.

Taya was busily handing out cans of cola and medical supplies to the two dozen survivors. One of the men with millitary training appeared to be setting up an aid station. Dripping wet from the storm and full of adrenaline jitters, Junebug clambered up the latter and into the cockpit. Aiden followed uninvited though Sayeeda made no move to block his way. She stuck her head through the door to look down at her pilot.

"And here I thought MY plan was crazy," she commented with rueful amusement. She turned her head to look at Aiden.

"Also you totally owe us a new fusion bottle."

@POOHEAD189