BROTHER MAYNARD: Armaments, Chapter Two, Verses Nine to Twenty-One.
SECOND BROTHER: And Saint Attila raised the Hand Grenade up on high, saying, "O Lord, bless this Thy Hand Grenade that, with it, Thou mayest blow Thine enemies to tiny bits in Thy mercy." And the Lord did grin, and the people did feast upon the lambs and sloths and carp and anchovies and orangutans and breakfast cereals and fruit bats and large chu—
MAYNARD: Skip a bit, Brother.
Whatever your opinion on the subject is, I thought this was pretty incredible for aviation in general:
That’s a safety record of about one or two passenger fatalities per light-year traveled.
I agree we know what needs to happen but a rapid phase out of fossil fuels is not something I see the world fully commiting to anytime soon, hence some other clever solution which I admit I have no idea what that would be.
Not going to happen. We need to be clever and find another solution. I've been browsing Far Side comics on Lemmy for answers but haven't found any.
At first glance I thought this guy had a wooden leg. An entire wooden leg.
I remember when he blew a maniac in traffic who shot a thick cloud on his back for hours that he didn't get to see because of the eclipse. He never made it home because he was too tired.
Black Hole Sun! Just as predicted by the prophet Soundgarden.
Do doo be-do-do
Mah Nà Mah Moon
Do do-do do
Upvoted because it truly is an unpopular opinion.
The way this things reads it either affects everything or nothing that gets pumped into the atmosphere. My guess is nothing because who will ever say their express purpose is to affect the temperature, weather, or the intensity of the sunlight?
Talk about rubbing salt in the wound! Next up, Deaf Man at a Mozart Recital - John Everett Millais.