Been there once. Never set foot on land. Close enough. No regrets.

VO?

Yeah, because corporate charity is super regulated and never ever misused.

I’ve been shaving my head and my balls with safety razors for like 15 years. Get some nice soap like sandalwood, cedar, lavender, frankincense, sasquatch or whatever name they’re calling it these days and make a lather on your body in the shower. A lather from actual soap is critical to avoiding nicks, cuts, and especially razor burn. Use a new blade and gently drag the razor across your skin. Use short strokes, not long passes. Clean the razor. Add more lather when needed. Don’t press hard or move the razor sideways or diagonally. That’s how you cut yourself. Watch out and take care for any bumps and rounded corners, like warts, the back of your jaw, or any sagittal crest you may have. Hold the razor with one hand and use the other to feel for hair and smoothness. Make a pass with the grain and another against the grain. Reapply lather between passes.

Maybe before you begin, shave a little hair off your arm or leg to test the angle you hold the razor. The sensation of individual hairs being cut will be tactile and satisfying. When it’s right, it’ll feel right.

Get a sharps container for used blades. It’ll take a lifetime to fill. Blades only cost like a dime, so just treat yourself and use a new one every time.

It ain’t too difficult. Just be gentle, take short and slow strokes, feel your way around, and don’t shave dry skin. You may be surprised how easy it is. They’re called safety razors for a reason.

Oh, no. Do NOT fuck them.

I am so sorry it tastes like that for you.

No, they intend to kill OSHA.

When monsters arise, you fight them. Not because you can win, but because they must be fought.

Learned? Oh no. We haven’t done that yet I’m afraid.

Seriously. Move north or west. It ain’t that expensive for someone with blue collar skills. Especially if you can take some people with you.

Jesus Christ.

Oh, the unprofessional dickhead who, just for shits and giggles and in hopes of selling his story for money later, desecrated the corpse by shooting the head until it was unrecognizable, deliberately failing the mission goal of body ID and verification of Bin Laden’s death, and thereby allowing the growth of any number of conspiracy theories.

Good going, shitbag.

There’s organizing. There’s supporting and defending each other.

Trust me, we got screens there too now.

But we do get good excuses to smash em now and then. Oopsie doodles.

Will the regulatory body be stacked with, and bribed by auto execs?

It’s pathetic how far they’ve lowered the bar.

Yes, I’m aware of the treaty, but that thing won’t be worth the paper it’s written on if the billionaires think they can have their own asteroids.

I’m not sure, but that might exceed the total monetary value of the entire solar system if completely disassembled and sold as raw material. Anybody wanna try and do the math? Cause I know I can’t.

Yes, those things are indeed food.

A particularly insidious strain of Christianity trained me to resign myself to a premature death when I was still a teenager. Hasn’t happened yet, and I’m in no hurry, because I care deeply for others. While I hate religion very much, it did instill in me very little fear of death… I’m afraid for the fate of humanity so much more than my own.