Meanwhile:

GCU The Gravitas Meme is so Last Year: I’m gonna sort out that extension event, then we should probably send a couple of Special Circumstances operatives to guide them in the right direction. In the past picosecond I’ve absorbed and analysed their global information net so know exactly what actions we need to take to give them the correct nudge.

Not this shit again

But you wouldn’t text another iPhone. You’d WhatsApp the person.

Prodigy is in about the right time period too.

American’s don’t have a parliamentary system. The president can exist without the support of the houses. When that happens, like now, what the president can do is severely limited.

That’s the trap the restaurant uses to get out of giving 10% off.

X Window System (X11, or simply X) is a windowing system for bitmap displays, common on Unix-like operating systems.

I’d say this is the future of smart watches.

That works. So it’s abortion not murder.

They had a black woman as a high ranking officer on the bridge in the 60s.

And yet I’m DS9 Bashir says that murdering a clone of yourself is still murder. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ But maybe that was Bayorian law.

That’s the exact point being made

They’ll be on licence for the rest of their lives following that though. The minimum term on a life sentence is just the custodial part.

Well it’s good that EU coal consumption is falling too

https://www.statista.com/statistics/265504/coal-consumption-in-europe-and-eurasia-in-oil-equivalent/

Let That Be Your Last Battlefield wasn’t that bad.

This has always been the sync development cycle.

Dulce et Decorum Est

By Wilfred Owen

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46560/dulce-et-decorum-est

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.```

Wot?

It’s was sold to a Chinese company a few years ago.

Reduced inflation ≠ deflation