Every flashbang could instead be a meal for a poor kid. Every hotel room for a National Guardsman deployed to fire at our neighbors could house a homeless vet. Every "less-than-lethal" bullet pulled from a journalist's eye could be already needed healthcare for anyone else. All of this is a choice.

Whenever my students say I’m “aura farming,” I give them a thousand-yard stare and say, “I’m breaking my back in these aura fields to put food on the table for my family”

Captain,

Dr. Crusher has ordered me to inform you that I am too sick to work today. I have now completed the task she has assigned me. I will be at my post as usual.

Worf

Truly wild that they got away with “Bustin’ makes me feel good.”

Maybe reposting old TikToks on Bluesky is the new TikTok.