Remember the poem that is written on the Statue of Liberty (pictured in this gaudy trumpcard):
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
Nobody can say no to that smile (underlying threats not withstanding)
Riots in N. Ireland right now (though it’s anti-immigration riots, so probably won’t lead to unification):
https://www.reuters.com/world/uk/disorder-breaks-out-northern-ireland-third-straight-night-2025-06-11/
unless you are Alexander
Rule of Acquisition number 34: Honorable War is good for business!
G. Get
R. Riker
O. Off
S. Stupid
S. Ship
Rule of Acquisition #279: A Warrior’s Wealth is Measured in Battles Won, Not Gold Hoarded.
when I got to see him a couple years ago.
very jealous here
His powers of control being demonstrated:
Nestle entered the chat
At which warp factor?
I’d rather them end cleanly with a clear story ending, than to continually stretch it out passed its welcome.