You know how old I was when I learned the most important rule of firearms? Five.

I learned it from watching an anime called Saber Rider and the Star Sheriffs.

The rule is “the weapon is always loaded, treat it as such”.

When a fucking anime from the 80s has better firearms safety than a boatload of CERTAIN people, something is horrifyingly wrong.

There was a ceasefire?

Came close one time.

My mates and I were having an “end of course” party in a local pub. Now the city I was in at the time had two primary groups of folks that frequented pubs: university students and the Navy. My group was the latter.

Anyway, one of the former group decided to get into a shoving match with one of our group. Our entire table (about fifteen of us) all got up to throw down and the little shite quickly fucked off.

If this was taken like 80 years ago, I can imagine my grandpa yelling “Get stuffed ye fooker!” as he punches a fascist.

The English “language” ladies and gentlemen.

Yes but most of MAGA would be out of their depth in a parking lot puddle.

Yeah, if they could both work at the same time though, that’d be ideal.

Weren’t you people whining about how everyone else in NATO wasn’t pulling their weight and you were tired of carrying us?

Ah yes.

Operations “Human Shield” and “Get Behind The D*rkies”.

“Things” might not have been better as a whole 20 years ago but my knees and back sure as shit were.

Buy an exercise ball and a foam roller.

Rain has always been cool in my book.

When it’s hot, then we have a problem.

So odd the phrase “blood libel”. I keep thinking it’s like a little tag for my blood type.

Take my time in the toilet and at the gym (there is a gym at my office).

They’re already good with it, you don’t need to sell it to them.

In totally unrelated news Everspace 2 and Rebel Galaxy have been great additions to my Steam Library.

Picked up the latter for like 3 dollars on the latest Steam sale.

But you people said you didn’t need anything from us…

For most Americans, that IS healthcare.

I always loved visiting Baastin as a port visit.

But then again, I was from Halifax.

I asked my Francophone buddy that grew up in backwoods Quebec how the hell he kept it all in his head. He said that he never bothered.

If it had an “e” on the end, he just assumed it was feminine.

If he was drunk, he didn’t give a single flying tabernak.