Slightly? It will ruin everything if it isn’t exactly as I imagined it the first time I read it.

I’m not sure if I’m joking or not.

Yes, the two after (In the Sprawl Trilogy) felt disconnected from the original, but its been a minute since I’ve read all three.

Yes, that is where the username was derived from.

I mean, there was a dude with some blood disorder who wasn’t aware he had an issue because he routinely donated to blood banks.

The treatment for his condition was literally blood letting as we understand it. He only found out about the issue after he “retired” from donating blood because he was getting older.

Hanta still exists, and within the US.

At least when I worked in Yellowstone in 2012, we were told that rodents and their droppings were considered bio hazards. Not the sweep it up kind, the contact the officials kind.

My wife would agree. She has… so many womanly issues, but can’t find anyone to yank the damn thing out.

She wants no children.

I, her husband, had a vasectomy before we ever met.

We have no use for the damn thing and it just causes so many problems.

As the bearer of larger than average wedding tackle… it really really tends to put a crimp in things.

I’ve had multiple sexual partners, but have been married for nearly a decade. One woman, one, could handle it. Sadly, it is not my wife.

Strongly of cleaning agents, and faintly of dog shit.

Moved to a different state, two of the dogs rode with me in my car. One of the dogs rode with my wife in her car.

One, or both, of the dogs, decided they didn’t want to do their business at the various places we stopped (they almost never do their business with a leash on, we have a yard) and shit in the back seat.

And proceeded to mash it into the fibers of the upholstery and themselves.

While we had the fence coordinated to be built before we arrived, we were very grateful that a hose had been left behind to water the new grass and I could just hose them down in the back yard.

They did get proper baths after that. We found this all natural flea shampoo when they were babies and we first got them. It seemed to work in that regard, and we have not had any flea issues, but it smells so damn good lol.

All those “Fall” scents people love rolled into some puppy shampoo, lol.

Most likely, it’ll be cheaper to write it off in some fashion and let the food rot in the fields.

Of course with 8 billion + people on the planet, we certainly have the resources to waste food.

Absolutely awful parenting tip:

Hit them.

If they cry more, hit them again.

Hit them until they stop crying.

Repeat until they no longer cry for any reason.

I’m of Irish and Scottish decent. I’m white. As fuck. Not AF. As fuck. I don’t tan, I fucking burn, peel, and burn again. All the while, I suffer.

I’m from the south. Grew up in Texas, only been out of it for less than a year and still in the fucking south - so not much better.

Even I could tell… well, anyone, not to vote for Trump. “Oh, Trump likes _______” No, Trump likes Trump. End statement. End logic. End all.

Trump likes Trump.

If anyone thinks that Trump will put them, their group, or their issue, ahead of himself then they have refused to pay attention. Not that they haven’t had the chance, they have willfully refused.

I was not able to vote. Moving from Texas to Arkansas, there was in issue with my registration, which in hind-sight sounds like “I’m lazy, have some voter suppression” because I didn’t have a capital T branded on my forehead. I should have fought harder, but I was more worried about a roof over my head and food on the table. Fuck me for trying to survive and provide for my wife.

End statement: Not everyone who was unable to vote was lazy: Fuck all of you who say otherwise. Some of us could NOT vote, for whatever reason.

Erm, the Borg would like to remind you that cubes have been a thing for a bit.

I felt pressured into it.

I was 19, and struggling.

No branch would take me, despite having a nearly perfect ASVAB score. Missed one question, and its because I never had access to fucking diesel engines growing up.

I’m epileptic.

So, after multiple attempts, I don’t qualify as “disabled” enough to receive benefits, but I can’t even sign my flesh away for an hourly rate like the dregs of society to die in some foreign shit-hole.

I’ll just die in my local shit-hole, thanks.

I mean, in theory… isn’t that a company practicing medicine without the proper credentials?

I worked in IT for medical companies throughout my life, and my wife is a clinical tech.

There is shit we just CAN NOT say due to legal liabilities.

Like, my wife can generally tell whats going on with a patient - however - she does not have the credentials or authority to diagnose.

That includes tell the patient or their family what is going on. That is the doctor’s job. That is the doctor’s responsibility. That is the doctor’s liability.

Plenty of firemen start fires to put them out, wind up with arson charges.

So, we know Musk smokes weed.

Now, I’m a medical patient in my state, which carries exemptions for employment with THC in your system. However, this does not extend to federal jobs or federally contracted workers.

So why the FUCK does this nepo baby bitch get a pass for a federally illegal drug and get billions in contracts and shit?

If justice strikes with inequality, it is not justice.

Though, I’ve been aware the system is bullshit since childhood, so, no big surprises there.

Note: Legalize it, tax it like any other vice, profit. Stop ruining people’s lives over a plant that grows almost anywhere.

I used to ask my dad where we were on car trips.

“Directly above the center of the earth.” Thanks asshole.

Yep, say me and the wife were back at the Children’s Hospital we both worked at, and some middle-eastern/maybe-hasicidic/probablynotwhite dude walks in, lays hands, and suddenly all the kids are cured?

Like, lets do scans. Lets check. We have the ability now, and this would be the place.

Oh snap, really?

My name is Paul now? Sure, I figured of all the original apostles, I would have been Judas, but whatevs.

I’d feel safer at a waffle house deep in the hood, wearing a red shirt while everyone else had blue on.

But a failed shitty product is right in line with Trump about as far back as it goes.

Doesn’t work. Sorry.

Trump is team (diet) Coke, and Taco Bell is owned by Yum Brands, which is owned by Pepsi.

Now if it came with its “own” Diet Trump Cola, maybe. The cup could have a depiction of Don Taco thin/muscular, you know, how he sees himself in a mirror