I mean, in the 1950’s, the planes with all the fancy food and service were basically full first class flights… to return to that weed have to have single class/first class flights and the prices to match.

They know what they did.

Awe… little Burrito. So cute.

Jeans, a t-shirt, unbuttoned long sleeve flannel, and crew shoes. I keep a hoodie in my desk just in case.

I work at a TV station, it’s 68°F (20°C) in here all year round.

He’s already got my vote. He’s by zero means perfect, but I live in a swing state and cannot throw out “meh it’s terrible, but good enough considering” because it’s not perfect.

Here’s some things he could do to make “meh, it’s terrible but” into just “good”:

• Put any kind of pressure on Israel.
• Expand the Supreme Court.
• Executive order giving the NLRB Sectorial Bargaining at the Federal Level.
• Force the FCC to regulate data collection.
• Go back in time and allow the railroad workers to strike and threaten nationalization if the hedge funds that own the railroads don’t play ball.

I mean, it’s a bunch of Linux people and communists… dunno what you were expecting.

In Catholic school in the nineties and early 2000’s, we were all told that the sex abuse scandal was serious but that it was also “a small number of incidents.” That we needed to pray for the victims and the souls of the perpetrators.

Then I went to college. Come to find out not only was the child rape widespread, not only did the church actively hide monsters from legal scrutiny, not only was this all directly effecting the local arch diocese (not my school specifically, but church leaders were forced to quickly rename another high school when allegations against a dead bishop proved too numerous to ignore)… not only all that but that it’s still going on, just not in first world countries with robust networks of journalists and legal systems. That an alleged pedophile was (while I was in college) living in the Vatican, being directly sheltered from extradition by South American authorities.

I guess the lie was that it was all over. That it was a small problem. That the church was a safe place people could turn to. I left the church at 18 over it, became an atheist by 19, and that’s where I’m at now at 35.

Eggs, eggs, spam.

First thing, I’d probably solve practical fusion power and distribute that info worldwide… make it as available as the knowledge for building a fission reactor is today. Then, I’d set out away from humanity, into space. I’d start by visiting the nearest several dozen solar systems to begin the terraforming process on a handful of planets. Once started, I’d signal back to Earth that I’d done this and that the planets would be ready for settlement in about two hundred years. I would then go on to build an Expanse type “ring space” pocket dimension with wormholes connecting all these star systems, but put the “Sol gate” to this network in orbit of Saturn. Hopefully this would limit humanity’s settlement rush to some unmanned probes for the first dozen or so years, possibly only seeing manned missions in about a century, but not make it impossible that humans could spread amongst the stars using the gates. Once most of the systems wirh gates are settled, I’d return to gift the knowledge of gate building along with several dozen more star systems all with ready terraformed planets.

My parents work at the job factory and make taxes!

Kept the covers over my head for this exact same reason. I figured I would feel it if a vampire tried to remove the blanket or sheet and I could defend myself… no real thought or planning put into how I would defeat a vampire, but at least I’d be awake. A very religious aunt told me vampires don’t exist and that it was in fact demons sent from hell that were trying to get me and all children… I was four when this was explained to me. It’s one thing to get scared because you saw a movie about a kind of monster and quite another to have an adult you’ve been told by your parents to respect explain what to her was a real monster and one of which she was convinced actually existed. I was a very light sleeper well into my teens.