e = π = σ = ε = µ = Avogadro’s Number = k = g = G = α = i = j = 3

(at least that’s how they all look when viewed from ∞)

They barely passed me.

Ugh, 3 factorial is most definitely not equal to π. It’s something more like, idk, 9? Honestly I don’t even know how I got here; I majored in Latin and barely past

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I struggle with this one on a philosophical level.

[Theory] In a representative government, are the elected officials there to just summarize and convey the aggregate opinion and will of the voters? Or are the voters identifying an individual who embodies the most virtuous among them, who will do what is best for society even if it disagrees with the aggregate opinion?

Just put two π ohm resistors in series duh

Surprised to not see Sugar Ray or Everclear, unless I’m blind.

It’s a paradigm shift where we go from having an expectation of privacy even in public spaces to its inverse. Not only do we not have a right to privacy in public; we don’t even have a right to see ourselves as the government and police might see us — a set of still moments in place and time from which they, not us, can decide what our story is.

What could possibly go wrong?

I think Black Mirror came up with a solution of sorts to this.

Poor lil Piggott the Bigot Lover

I typically just use my cybernetic surrogate for protests. It’s customizable like Mr. Potato Head, so I currently have it configured to look like the adult love child of Bruce Willis, John Travolta, Nick Cage, and Kristi Noem.

Well now I have another question to add to my list of things to discuss with the surgeon before I accept any organ transplants.

Fine. I’ll stoop. A trio consisting of ordained Rain Prophet, Wind Prophet, and Cloud Prophet will be the new Holy Hires.

I mean, when was the last time the bay area even had any meteorites hit anywhere close to it? Sometimes I just don’t even understand why we need to be so concerned about meteors hitting aircraft, given the sublimely low probabilities involved. Seriously, this administration just needs to convert all the extraneous meteorologist jobs into weatherologist jobs and the waste and fraud will be fixed.

Seriously though, they’re probably confused by the whole “meteor” part of the word. Dumbening it into “weather” may actually help protect those important jobs.

What if I told you it’s pretty much always been one, but it had some fairly convincing anal trim and tinsel along with weapons-grade artificial air fresheners disguising some of the shittiness?

I’m assuming the window of opportunity to abort the ghouls who passed this legislation in the first place has passed?

It’s one of the best. Wish it could be made into a miniseries.

Will science for food and, if you can spare it, shelter.

You’ll probably enjoy reading, or better, listening to, the Cuba chapter in World War Z, if you haven’t already. Lots of American refugee schadenfreude, and even some redemption, in it. As with all things WWZ, the audiobook reigns supreme.

As someone exploring emigration options, I just want someplace where I can work an honest job, respect a different culture and society and appreciate its willingness to give me a chance, and feel safe®.

At least they’ll get the distinction of being called The Measles Generation.