When Starfleet Academy began airing its first episodes, I happened to be deep into a playthrough of Warhammer 40k: Rogue Trader. The timing was accidental, but the contrast was impossible to ignore. On one screen I had a universe built on dogma, hierarchy, and the iron weight of institutional purpose. On the other screen I had a Starfleet that behaved like a college orientation program. The difference was so stark that it became a lens through which the entire show revealed its contradictions. One world demanded respect through conviction. The other tried to earn respect through casual aloofness.
In a retard woman’s mind you can. This is their idea of rebellion against male norms. Not becoming technically better, exhibiting selfless leadership, nurturing a protege. Nah, they want to flaunt themselves, the existing standards, and prance around barefoot in a military ship like a cunt. That’s what women do with power.
This foolishness is the mantra of the female exec, to producer, to writer, to director, to actress.
We really need to kick them all out and reinstall that glass ceiling. Only this time, a storie or two lower.
I'm sorry you have to go through the agony of watching this tripe for our benefit!
Rogue Trader is fantastic, though! Perhaps the final great official 40k product, now that GW is going straight down the drain.
In a retard woman’s mind you can. This is their idea of rebellion against male norms. Not becoming technically better, exhibiting selfless leadership, nurturing a protege. Nah, they want to flaunt themselves, the existing standards, and prance around barefoot in a military ship like a cunt. That’s what women do with power.
This foolishness is the mantra of the female exec, to producer, to writer, to director, to actress.
We really need to kick them all out and reinstall that glass ceiling. Only this time, a storie or two lower.
In case you were wondering when ✡️s would turn on White women, Holly Hunter's moron character--who is supposed to be 400 years old--is a good start.