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I love the elderly as well (having grown up next door to my great grandma). They are just treasure troves of knowledge and wisdom. Except when they vote. Then they are insufferable idiots.
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The technical term for this is "bulletproof nudity", wherein the level of armor on a female character is inversely proportional to the amount of armor worn, but directly proportional to the sexual desperation of the artist.
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State is the name of the coldest of all cold monsters. Coldly it lies; and this lie slips from its mouth: "I, the state, am the people." It is a lie! - Nietzsche
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I agree that there is an initial "wow" effect, but it is only temporary. Once the eye has a chance to scan it pretty quickly picks out which individuals are most desirable.
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It's not the high minded heroism that we're all spoon fed, but it's much more plausible. We were just men who were willing to take risks for a steady paycheck, not much different from coal miners or bridge builders.

The ideological superstructure and post rationalization involved is amazing, though.
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This trend was known when I went into the army in the early 00's.

If you had asked me in 2002, I would have taken this as evidence that the US military has become a respectable institution of intelligent professionals. I would have concluded that our military is the best in the world, and that this is one more sign of America's great system.

Today I see this as evidence that our economy is so broken, that men with bachelor's degrees have little hope of finding gainful employment outside the massive, bloated government industrial complex.

Military life is largely banal, family-shredding and dangerous work. 90% of the soldiers that I served with, when pressed, admitted that they joined up because they felt they had nowhere else to go.
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I choose option 3 - the government has no business in marriage, period. Not to prescribe or proscribe it, tax it, reward it, license it, laud it, or wag a finger at it.

Both sides are wrong, because both sides want to violate one half of the twin rights of free association/dissociation. One would keep those who want to associate freely apart, but they are losing. The winning side would force, under pain of robbery and cages, others to support something they disapprove of, and will deny them the right to abstain at all levels.

Government has no more business in marriages than it has in baptisms.
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Of course, now that I say that, it makes me wonder about the changes that we will see to gaming as 2 billion people join the internet over the next ten years... the narrative will surely shift in fascinating ways.
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I agree with Moddox; be the change you seek. As more an more girls grow up playing video games with dad rather than (for example) watching the ball game, we will see more women invested in the medium, thinking in gaming terms, and creating content relevant to them.

Methinks this perceived problem will solve itself demographically, rather than by protest or argumentation. Many "social issues" solve themselves this demographically, though we are rarely patient enough to wait.
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My brother and his gaggle of four toe-headed (extremely blond) children are constantly touched and photographed in Macau; the mere fact that he has four kids is also subject to astonishment. People hold up four fingers and look puzzled.
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Oh, yeah huh. Endings.

The longer version is that we got off a train we had hopped from Spokane to Cheney and quickly realized that we'd leaped a bit early. We went to get back on and a cop waiting for the train to pass flicked his lights and flagged us over.

We ran.

Through another train headed the other way, into a barn and out the other end, into (and through) a swamp, we realized that we had stirred up a hornet's nest because now there were four patrol cars running code up and down the road.

When we left the marsh, there was just open field right next to the road, so we crawled on our bellies along the berm of a drainage ditch. The cops passed several times up and down the road but never got out of the car, and it was dusk so we thought we'd got away clean.

In reality, we had crawled into someone's backyard. We were so focused on the road ten feet away that we didn't bother looking ahead. A woman was standing on her deck looking at us like we were something she'd stepped in.

Cheney is not a large town, so of course, she know the cop who had honked at us and had already called in. We got a grilling by the side of the road, and they took my bitchin' Rambo knife that I had bought for $5 at the fair. They called our parents (I was 14) and told us to take the first bus back to Spokane and not come back. This was back when police and parents had some discretion.

Nowadays I'd have probably be automatically charged with a host of offenses, and had a very different life. I certainly wouldn't have ended up being an MP in my twenties.
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The last time I hopped a train, it led to me running from police knee deep in swamp water, with a makeshift bandage around my bloody knee, which I smashed along the tracks because I grabbed one rung too low as the train went by. Ah, memories. Do ride the train; it builds character.
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