Union mine workers in Alabama are taking part in a historic strike, the first of its kind in four decades, accusing Warrior Met Coal of first exploiting its workers and now inspiring violence against them on the picket line. Freelance journalists are on the ground and local news has been covering the story from the start – yet more than three months into the strike, the historic labor action has not received so much as a single mention from CNN, Fox News, or MSNBC.
The strike gained coverage from larger print publications like The Guardian and The Nation in June, but even after protesters faced arrest and targeted acts of violence, cable news still did not deem it newsworthy. (For comparison: Fox News, an outlet that has consistently claimed it cares about coal jobs, devoted 1 hour and 18 minutes over just five days that month to covering a school district in New Jersey that changed references to holidays on its academic calendar to simply “days off.”) When the miners took their efforts to New York City to protest the hedge funds that backed Warrior Met – including its largest stakeholder, BlackRock – the biggest names in news remained silent.
Neurotypicals don’t understand the concept of time either
Not ONCE have I seen a recipe that actually takes the time that theysay it takes.
I’m not just saying their estimate was wrong.
The estimated time only includes the time the food is technically cooking.
They don’t include
Prepping the ingredients
Boiling water/preheating oven
Now you may be thinking
“but everyone is different, they can’t possibly guess the average time this would take for everyone”
But this goes beyond cooking estimates. This is how they think about tasks in general. NT looove to say things like
“why is this so difficult? it’s only going to take you five minutes to do!”
But once again they are ONLY including what they perceive as the “cooking” part of the task.
If they say taking the trash out only takes like two minutes, they are probably only counting the time it takes to walk it to the trash bin. They aren’t including
Collecting any stray trash
Taking it out of the trash can
Adding a new trash bag
It’s also how they supposedly get things done sooo fast. They don’t count anything that they don’t perceive as “cooking”.
They may say they got something taken care of in one day, but only bc they did the “cooking part” in one day, and everything else they consider prep, earlier in the week.
So when neurotypicals brag about getting so many things done in one day, just remember, they probably only did cooking tasks that day.
You did just as much work as them, even if you only did prep work today.
The number of times I have askyrd my boss how long a deployment is going to be, and he has told me how long the boat intends to be fishing, without accounting for travel time to or from the fishing grounds…. I will put it this way. I usually need to tack a week onto his estimates.
Bears can run at 55km an hour. Those people taking photos are TOO FUCKING CLOSE.
From the tags
#YEAH LIKE WTF #RUN YALL #OMG
Don’t run. Running is likely to attract attention and can trigger a charge even if one wasn’t in the offing. What you do is you back away slowly, and avoid eye contact and sudden movements. Unless there is a charge, in which case you stand your ground, make yourself look as big as possible and yell. It might not work: running definitely won’t.
(Humans are not a natural prey species for Bears. Relatively few bear attacks are hunting behaviour. The big danger in this instance is the adult deciding the humans are a threat to the juveniles. Backing away and avoiding eye contact helps to avoid this)
there’s an educational trivia game at the citadel on the exhibits on different planets called “Dog or Not?” that shows pictures of various four legged mammals and asks if they’re a breed of dog.
it was mainly for kids to learn about the diversity of earth’s flora and fauna but it became popular with adult aliens too and had to be shut down after almost causing no less than three diplomatic incidents.
they brought it to the nexus and it’s caused two more so far
“That’s definitely a dog.” “Incorrect. This is actually an animal called a ‘raccoon’” “What? No! It’s got the ears and the tail!”
“Okay, okay, I got this. That’s not a dog. It’s way too big it’s uhhh I think humans call them bears.” “Incorrect. This is a dog breed called a ‘newfoundland’”
And when it becomes such a cultural obsession that they run tournaments and the final rounds are displayed live on the worldswide hologram system …
Somewhat cocky contestant (who heckles the others for wrong answers) looks at the hologram on display: “I’ve read up on a lot of Earth animals, even visited the Earth zoo, so you can’t fool me. It’s a picture on a farm so that’s the first clue. It’s white, fluffy, got a sloping forehead and no distinct… muzzle.. if I do remember the term correctly. It’s most definitely a sheep.”
Trivia host (attempting to hide their joy at finally being able to tell the contestant they’re wrong): “I’m sorry, that is a dog called a Bedlington Terrier. It is actually bred to look like a sheep, but notice the lack of keratinized tissue coverings on the extremities that make contact with the ground. You missed quite an obvious difference there.” (after the contestant stutters a bit and protests about dogs made specifically to look like not-dogs) “Let’s take it to the judges then” (after consulting small podium-top hologram of judging panel, now grinning and dripping with sarcasm) “Awwww…unfortunately it is a dog and rules of the game do not allow us to award partial credit… toooooo baaaaaad” (super cheerfully) “aaand… next image please!”
Shepard loves “Dog or Not?”. The human crew never misses a tournament airing. They get it on a vid screen in the mess hall and all crowd around. Some people bring blankets and pillows. Some make snacks to share. Eventually it becomes like a Superbowl party.
Dog or Not becomes a sort of inside joke on the Normandy, one that the non-human crew members still kind of get - they’re always invited to the viewing parties and sometimes sit in - but don’t really understand. Tali especially doesn’t understand when a snickering Shepard elbows her and, pointing to a varren being taken for a walk, asks, “Hey, Tali - dog or not?”
“That’s…that’s a varren, Shepard,” Tali responds, bemused. “You know what a varren is.”
Shepard is still giggling, and Kaidan, who heard the exchange, joins in.
Liara, Ashley, and Shepard go to recover the lost data drive at Admiral Hackett’s request. They eventually find themselves surrounded by the strange monkey-looking organisms.
With a straight face, Ashley comments, “Wow, sure are a lot of dogs on this planet.”
Shepard doubles over. Liara isn’t sure whether or not to laugh. She’s watched “Dog or Not?” before, so she knows these creatures aren’t dogs…right?
Garrus accidentally joins in on the fun after they discover a new species on a fog-covered planet. They’re bright red, they have carapaces, and they breathe fire. The team is examining one’s corpse when Garrus asks hesitantly, “So…is that a dog?”
Shepard’s head whips up and they stare at him for a full five seconds before breaking down. Garrus has to half-carry a wheezing, crying Shepard back to the shuttle. Jack’s eyelashes are wet from her own mirth.
They’re driving full speed over the scorching desert of Tuchanka. They’ve just called Kalros, the mother of all thresher maws, to deal with the Reaper destroyer in their way. All faces are pressed to the windows to see the fight.
Kalros bursts from the sands with an unearthly screech and tackles the Reaper. The two grapple in the sands, both representing the might of organic and synthetic, respectively.
“Garrus,” Shepard says in a low, awed voice.
Garrus has been around Shepard for too long not to know when they’re about to make a joke. “Shepard, I swear on all the spirits of Palaven - “
“That’s the biggest dog I’ve ever seen.”
Garrus quietly regrets all his choices that led him to this moment, then sighs. “Which one?” he returns.
“We are more than a bit concerned with the Benihana egg trick called for in the script. I’ve tried it and can only get it 1 out of 4 tries, and I’ve seen Benihana chefs flub the manoeuver when they have an entire grill as target. Mads has to crack his eggs into a 8-inch diameter skillet. The props Master calls his guy. The Production Manager calls in his guy. I call my guy. On the morning of the shoot we have 8 dozen eggs and 3 Japanese chefs with their hands made up to be hand doubles.
I guess I don’t have to tell you that when Mads arrives on set, he just tosses an egg up in the air and the egg breaks on the spatula. No problem. Unbelievable. I insist it was a lucky fluke but he does it again. I accuse him of practicing when I wasn’t looking but he laughs (as if he has time to practise egg-cracking between scenes) and tells me he was a juggler in his youth.” [x]
And here we all thought we’d have a million outtakes of Mads flubbing the egg trick…
What the hell kind of test tube did this man walk out of?
i think i finally understand what kojima sees in him
Bold of you to assume Pepper knows how to prepare literally anything but salads and sandwiches.
Nebula, on the other hand, has had to survive alone in space.
Please consider: Nebula efficiently dicing the cucumber, and then teaching Morgan and Pepper both how to prepare a simple meal, which would apparently taste better with a specific type of meat that they can’t acquire on Terran, but this is the best she can do given the circumstances.
I’m so glad that with Natasha, er, temporarily indisposed, Bucky is covering Morgan’s important education.
(Actually, the Winter Soldier having been forced to assist in brutally training young women to kill, while Bucky chooses to gently teach a young girl to defend herself, is beautiful character development, and I think a great way to reclaim both his agency and his humanity.)
Not all the signals were messages. Some were instructions to towers. Some, as you operated the levers to follow the distant signal, made things happen in your own tower. Princess knew all about this. A lot of what traveled on the Grand Trunk was called the Overhead. It was instructions to towers, reports, messages about messages, even chatter between operators, although this was strictly forbidden these days. It was all in code. It was very rare you got Plain in the Overhead. But now:
“There it goes again,” she said. “It must be wrong. It’s got no origin code and no address. It’s Overhead, but it’s in Plain.”
On the other side of the tower, sitting in a seat facing the opposite direction, because he was operating the up-line, was Roger, who was seventeen and already working for his tower-master certificate.
His hand didn’t stop moving as he said: “What did it say?”
“There was a GNU, and I know that’s a code, and then just a name. It was John Dearheart. Was it a-”
“You sent it on?” said Grandad. Grandad had been hunched in the corner, repairing a shutter box in this cramped shed halfway up the tower. Grandad was the tower-master and had been everywhere and knew everything. Everyone called him Grandad. He was twenty-six. He was always doing something in the tower when she was working the line, even though there was always a boy in the other chair. She didn’t work out why until later.
“Yes, because it was a G code,” said Princess.
“Then you did right. Don’t worry about it.”
“Yes, but I’ve sent that name before. Several times, Up-line and down-line. Just a name, no message or anything!”
She had a sense that something was wrong, but she went on: “I know a U at the end means it has to be turned around at the end of the line, and an N means Not Logged.” This was showing off, but she’d spent hours reading the cypher book. “So it’s just a name, going up and down all the time! Where’s the sense in that?”
Something was really wrong. Roger was still working his line, but he was staring ahead with a thunderous expression.
Then Grandad said: “Very clever, Princess. You’re dead right.”
“Hah!” said Roger.
“I’m sorry if I did something wrong,” said the girl meekly. “I just thought it was strange. Who’s John Dearheart?”
“He… fell off a tower,” said Grandad.
“Hah!” said Roger, working his shutters as if he suddenly hated them.
“He’s dead?” said Princess.
“Well, some people say–” Roger began.
“Roger!” snapped Grandad. It sounded like a warning,
“I know about Sending Home,” said Princess. “And I know the souls of dead linesmen stay on the Trunk.”
“Who told you that?” said Grandad.
Princess was bright enough to know that someone would get into trouble if she was too specific.
“Oh, I just heard it,” she said airily. “Somewhere.”
“Someone was trying to scare you,” said Grandad, looking at Roger’s reddening ears.
It hadn’t sounded scary to Princess. If you had to be dead, it seemed a lot better to spend your time flying between the towers than lying underground. But she was bright enough, too, to know when to drop a subject.
It was Grandad who spoke next, after a long pause broken only by the squeaking of the new shutter bars. When he did speak, it was as if something was on his mind.
“We keep the name moving in the Overhead,” he said, and it seemed to Princess that the wind in the shutter arrays above her blew more forlornly, and the everlasting clicking of the shutters grew more urgent. “He’d never have wanted to go home. He was a real linesman. His name is in the code, in the wind, in the rigging, and the shutters. Haven’t you ever heard the saying ‘Man’s not dead while his name is still spoken’?”
-on the meaning of GNU, and keeping someone’s memory alive.
Privilege, which just means “private law.” Two types of people laugh at the law; those that break it and those that make it.
“Yeah, all right, but everyone knows they torture people,” mumbled Sam.
“Do they?” said Vimes. “Then why doesn’t anyone do anything about it?”
“’Cos they torture people.”
It wasn’t that the city was lawless. It had plenty of laws. It just didn’t offer many opportunities not to break them. Swing didn’t seem to have grasped the idea that the system was supposed to take criminals and, in some rough-and-ready fashion, force them into becoming honest men. Instead, he’d taken honest men and turned them into criminals. And the Watch, by and large, into just another gang.
Everyone was guilty of something. Vimes knew that. Every copper knew it. That was how you maintained your authority—everyone, talking to a copper, was secretly afraid you could see their guilty secret written on their forehead. You couldn’t, of course. But neither were you supposed to drag someone off the street and smash their fingers with a hammer until they told you what it was.
One of the hardest lessons of young Sam’s life had been finding out that the people in charge weren’t in charge. It had been finding out that governments were not, on the whole, staffed by people who had a grip, and that plans were what people made instead of thinking.
People on the side of The People always ended up disappointed, in any case. They found that The People tended not to be grateful or appreciative or forward-thinking or obedient. The People tended to be small-minded and conservative and not very clever and were even distrustful of cleverness. And so, the children of the revolution were faced with the age-old problem: it wasn’t that you had the wrong kind of government, which was obvious, but that you had the wrong kind of people.
As soon as you saw people as things to be measured, they didn’t measure up.
Where was the law? There was the barricade. Who was it protecting from what? The city was run by a madman and his shadowy chums, so where was the law?
Coppers liked to say that people shouldn’t take the law into their own hands, and they thought they knew what they meant. But they were thinking about peaceful times, and men who went around to sort out a neighbor with a club because his dog had crapped once too often on their doorstep. But at times like these, who did the law belong to? If it shouldn’t be in the hands of the people, where the hell should it be?
“You took an oath to uphold the law and defend the citizens without fear or favor,” said Vimes. “And to protect the innocent. That’s all they put in. Maybe they thought those were the important things. Nothing in there about orders, even from me. You’re an officer of the law, not a soldier of the government.”
“You’d like Freedom, Truth, and Justice, wouldn’t you, Comrade Sergeant?” said Reg encouragingly.
“I’d like a hard-boiled egg,” said Vimes, shaking the match out.
There was some nervous laughter, but Reg looked offended. “In the circumstances, Sergeant, I think we should set our sights a little higher—”
“Well, yes, we could,” said Vimes, coming down the steps. He glanced at the sheets of paper in front of Reg. The man cared. He really did. And he was serious. He really was. “But…well, Reg, tomorrow the sun will come up again, and I’m pretty sure that whatever happens we won’t have found Freedom, and there won’t be a whole lot of Justice, and I’m damn sure we won’t have found Truth. But it’s just possible that I might get a hard-boiled egg.“
that theory that the Arkenstone is a Silmaril…it’s doubly implausible, but imagine if nobody knew. If the dwarves were guarded enough of their greatest treasure that…you wouldn’t even need to hide it from that many people, honestly. Mostly a few elves, and all wizards.
and then Bilbo sidles up to Gandalf like, “Thorin and all are holed up in the Mountain, but I think they’re being nuts, so I…kind of stole the Arkenstone, I think.” And (it’s been thousands of years since the light of the trees was doused save for the precious brilliance locked away in Feanor’s gems, since oaths and blood and war that raged until the skies cracked and the earth shattered, and the little people of the Shire have no memory of it at all) he pulls out a fucking Silmaril.
Gandalf: *hurriedly glances at Thranduil. the king of Mirkwood’s eyes shine with curiosity and greed, but not recognition, nor the terrible lust that overtook Feanor and his sons. right, right, he was never in Thingol’s court while the jewel that Luthien and Beren took was there. we’re good. we’re good for now*
Gandalf: That’s, uh, nice, Bilbo. Put it away, would you?
Gandalf, telepathically(?): EMERGENCY RINGBEARERS ONLY CONFAB NOW
Gandalf: [mental image of a goddam Silmaril in hobbit hands, labelled “thisfuckingrockagain.jpg”]
Galadriel, who watched 95% of her family slaughter everyone within 100 miles for several thousand years over these things, including each other and themselves: no.
Elrond, who was very nearly one of those people slaughtered, and did watch most of his town be killed before he and his twin were kidnapped for a while: Absolutely Fucking Not.
Gandalf: Apparently fucking yes. The legendary Arkenstone-
Galadriel: You’ve got to be kidding me.
Elrond: Thorin Oakenshield has a Silmaril right now?
I mean, given that Tolkien retconned “The Hobbit” so Bilbo’s little invisibility ring became an ancient piece of jewelry that controls minds and drives the mighty mad, one can at least understand why it seems plausible that the other shiny white gem that destroys empires and makes the mighty go mad with greed could be linked from his kid’s book to his gigantic early mythology in retrospect??
You know this actually explains a lot about why Gandalf didn’t immediately raise the alarm about Bilbo’s ring out of an abundance of caution.
I mean, what are the odds, what are the fucking odds, that this one little hobbit stole both a Silmaril and the Ring of Power? Like, you are Gandalf the Grey and you have already dealt with the heart attack to end all heart attacks because this little innocent fool stole a world war inspiring artifact once. You still get flashbacks every time Bilbo offers to show you something and have to employ all of your angel’s serenity and thousands of years of learned composure not start giBbERinG “
And then. AND THEN! One day he’s like, “hey Gandalf let me show you this neat ring I found back on our journey”. And on the inside a tiny part of you is screaming “nottheoneringnottheoneringnottheonering” while a more rational part of your brain assures you it could not possibly be the one-
“It’s this plain gold ring that’s very precious to me and turns me invisible!”
AND THEN YOU FUCK OFF AND SEARCH THROUGH EVERY POSSIBLE TOME YOU CAN TO PROVE IT CAN’T REALLY BE THE RING OF POWER, SAURON’S RING OF POWER, THAT RING, THE ONE RING, LITERALLY EVERY SINGLE TOME, BEFORE FINALLY FUCKING ACKNOWLEDGING THAT THIS SHIT IS REALLY HAPPENING AGAIN
“What if Cerberus is using the threat of a Reaper to manipulate you? Whaf if Cerberus is working with the Collectors?”
…okay, honestly? Fantastic point there, Kaidan.
Like that is genuinely an amazing point that unfortunately the game is not letting Shepard acknowledge.
Having played the game before I know he’s wrong but… fuck that’s a good argument.
I feel the need to clarify: Kaidan is absolutely correct that Cerberus is trying to manipulate Shepard.
Where he’s wrong is that a Reaper is, in fact, truly involved and not simply a wild goose chase concocted by Cerberus, and that Ceberus is not yet working for the Reapers.
I’ve seen some comments suggested Cerberus might already be working for them at this stage, but that doesn’t really make sense: Cerberus helps Shepard greatly disrupt Reaper operations up until the Suicide Mission is complete and Shepard ditches them.
It’s implied the indoctrination of Cerberus comes from the fact they salvage parts of the Unfinished Reaper and install them in their main base. Which, ironically, is the same way the Batarian Hegemony falls.
Literally I just. My kingdom for the dialogue option we literally all wanted, namely
“OF COURSE THEY’RE LYING TO ME. They’re CERBERUS. But since people are very much getting stolen by Collectors, I kind of need a ship and a crew in order to figure that out! THERE IS A LOYALTY OFFICER OPENLY READING MY EMAIL, I KNOW I’M BEING MANIPULATED. PLEASE HELP ME.”
OF COURSE the bastards are lying to me. Why do you think I’m trying to recruit people who will back ME? Why do you think that the only humans on my ground team apart from the two they gave me are a mercenary, a thief who is in it for fun, and a Rogue biotic who is only hanging about in the hopes we can give TIMmy the finger.
Okay, so, I know that for a big decision like this Bioware wants to give you reasoning for both decisions, and thus has your party members on this scale of “Support Paragon Option” to “Support Renegade Option”, and as a result a Paragon-esque character can support the Renegade Option if the other squadmate is more Paragon-
But jesus h christ on a tricycle it’s a fucking trip to hear Garrus arguing that human lives are more important than the Council.
My funniest ventriloquism story starts with the fact that I was obsessed with ventriloquism from a young age. I used to obsessively practice speaking without moving my lips, practicing the different tongue and air tricks and everything.
Then I got sick with Bell’s Palsy, and it hit both sides of my face at the same time. Bell’s Palsy is like a headcold that hits your facial nerves. Anyway- This meant my entire face was paralyzed. I couldn’t speak using my lips. The doctor stared at me, dumbfounded that I was able to speak very fluently without my face moving at all.
I touched on this briefly earlier, but I want to go in to it deeper.
When the geth attack Eden Prime in ME1, the Council’s response is a brush off. “The turians don’t found colonies on the borders of the Terminus Systems.” “Humanity was well aware of the risks when you went in to the Traverse.” Those are direct quotes.
Except… Eden Prime is NOT on the border of the Terminus Systems. Here, let me dig up the map from the wiki…
See? The maps aren’t perfectly mirrored to each other, but the general shape can be mapped. The Exodus Cluster is where the Utopia System is, where Eden Prime is. An attack on Eden Prim isn’t a random attack on a far-flung colony world. That is well within Alliance borders. Eden Prime itself was established in 2152, ME1 takes place in 2183, it’s been established for more than thirty years, over a generation - Jenkins was BORN on Eden Prime, and is old enough to have enlisted in the Alliance and made it through academy training.
And this is a pattern of behavior among the Citadel Council in specific and the Council races more broadly - the First Contact War happens because humanity activated the Relay near Shanxi, and the turians response was to blow the human ships up, rather than even negotiate. This is because Citadel law is to not activate dormant Relays.
But humanity wasn’t allied with the Council at the time. Humanity was not subject to the laws of the Citadel races - It’s been a constant refrain in the news about being signatories to various treaties creates certain impositions. When the US pulled out of the Paris Climate Agreement, it meant that the US was not bound to those agreements.
Now, there can be political backlash and consequences to not being in these agreements, sure. But the point is, if you’re not a signatory, you are not abiding by that agreement. By definition, humanity, making its first forays into space exploration, this being First Contact, could not be a signatory to that agreement. This is the Citadel IMPOSING their laws on non-signatory sovereign entities, and doing so at gunpoint - no attempt is made by the turians to negotiate. The turians don’t even communicate with the alien ships. They assume threat and open fire.
And, in the wake of all this, HUMANITY are the ones painted in Citadel space as bullies and aggressors.
What the FUCK?!
Humanity just got mugged and the cops showed up, took the mugger’s side, and said “now you’re friends, shake hands, and go about your business.”
And when humanity complains about their treatment, the Council’s reaction is to slap them down with bullshit procedures that make humanity out as the ones responsible for any misfortune. Like above. Eden Prime is not some border colony that’s just finding its feet. This is a colony world that was established before First Contact, closer to the heart of Alliance space. An attack there constitutes a major threat, not just to the Alliance, but several other central worlds.
But… It’s humans complaining again. And slandering one of the Council’s top agents in the process.
Because they don’t accept the eye witness report of Saren’s involvement. They let Saren have access to the files and records of the person he is accused of killing (conflict of interest!). The fact that Nihlus, who, being outside of the Alliance chain of command, was not in a position where anyone could argue with him, chose to proceed on his own, got killed is actually held up as evidence against Shepard’s suitability for the Spectres (and Saren really shouldn’t have any say, as Udina rightly points out, even though it’s framed as Udina being petty).
Oh, and there’s the fact that Garrus is TOLD that his investigation into Eden Prime is concluded, not that he’s wrapped it up. This is coupled with the fact that all indications are that this investigation takes place in a short time frame - Shepard is out for about two thirds of a day before they arrive at the Citadel, and while the cut to Udina’s office could take place over any length of time, Udina’s comments indicate that it’s probably not that long after the Normandy docked, because he’s commenting on the appearance of Shepard and squad, who Anderson proceeds to introduce, and then when we get control of Shepard, they get to do the first-time tourist thing, meaning they haven’t had the time or opportunity to look around and get acquainted with the Citadel.
So this is maybe A DAY’S worth of investigation, and seemingly not even enough time to go in person to the site proper and back - if Normandy is still out from the Citadel when Shepard wakes up after sixteen hours or so, then it would be that long for a ship to reach Eden Prime from the Citadel, plus the return trip. Like, standard rule of thumb IRL is that a crime scene ALONE will stand for about a day as evidence is collected. But this is saying that the investigators don’t even have a chance to go in person - AT BEST, we might assume robotic clean up bringing the forensics to the Citadel, but… That seems like bad policy to me, considering the value of actually interacting with the crime scene environment.
Oh, and let’s not forget Garrus’s credentials - he’s a cowboy cop in C-Sec’s structure, chafing under the standard rules and procedures. And he is the ONLY C-Sec officer assigned to the case that we see. On top of Pallin telling him that his investigation is over. This just SCREAMS that the Council is suppressing the investigation - they want it over and done with, and the complaint to go away. Never mind that the geth were involved.
And the thing that is called “irrefutable evidence”? It’s Tali, a quarian, whose species are considered vagrants to the Citadel races at large, providing a fragment of memory from a geth, something that Anderson says he thought was impossible.
Combined with everything above, it comes across as the Council finally deigning to act now that humanity has a non-human advocate, even if it is a quarian.
And then there’s also how the Council SAYS to Shepard that every effort will be made to help them track down Saren, but then we have Saren openly retaining his position with Binary Helix - Binary Helix does most of its business in Citadel space, if they have business ties to a known and wanted fugitive, it’s in their business interests to at least APPEAR to cooperate. But Shepard doesn’t get to even say “Saren is a wanted criminal I have been sent to apprehend, help me find him or watch your contracts disappear.”
Honestly, all of this being the case, the Council contacting Shepard after each mission comes across more like them waiting to catch Shepard in a mistake and prove that humanity isn’t ready for the Spectres.
All of this, all of it, and then we reach ME2, when the colonies that actually ARE on the edge of the Traverse are being attacked, and the Council’s response, even though humanity is now ON the Council, is exactly the same. They learned nothing. They’ll still hang humanity out to dry.
And in all of it… The Council races STILL can’t admit that THEY caused this. It’s all still “humanity are bullies and aggressive, determined to have their way.” When really it’s more that humanity got attacked in a dark alley, the cops laughed it off and said “that’s the law,” and so humanity decided “fine, then we want to be in a position to influence and change that law, because it’s unjust.”
So when Ashley is saying that she doesn’t trust the alien governments, believing that they’ll leave humanity to die, that, in a metaphor of a bear attacking and you sicing your dog on the bear in the name of getting away while it’s distracted, humanity is the dog and the Council are the person getting away… Yeah, she’s right. That’s kinda the whole point of at least the first third of ME3, the Council throwing Earth and human interests in front of the bear so that they have a chance to get away.
She’s also right to be concerned about a cowboy cop and a merc taking a mission for gratis being given full access to the most advanced stealth ship in the Alliance fleet, which has a database full of schematics and secrets. She does what is right and proper in this instance - she approaches her CO in confidence, voices her concern, accepts the decision made, and does not let this interfere with her duties. In point of fact, she’d be a poor soldier if she DIDN’T make Shepard aware of her concerns and just acted as their personal yes-woman, going along with their decisions with no hesitation, even if they’re wrong.
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Bars help fund indigenous nitap programming that highlights, celebrates, and helps keep alive important Mi'kmaw community traditions such as drumming, dancing, basket weaving, and elder story telling, as well as traditional outdoor skills like fishing, hunting, canoeing, and tipi rituals.“ ♥
These folks are local - like literally in my grocery store - and I’d like to add two important details:
1. They also have a development program where they help other refugee entrepreneurs get started.
2. Their chocolate is, like, so good y’all? I don’t even have the words, it’s just… dammit, now I want one.
There was some discussion in the comments about whether or not they’re fair trade, so I messaged them and they got back to me very quickly to clarify that they are!
[Image is a screenshot of an email response by Judy Clark at Peace by Chocolate saying “Yes we are fair trade, thank you for our kind words!”. End]