I listened to Hardcore History's series on World War I in that window, so that was my assigned war of interest.
"Where the women are strong, the men are good looking, and all the children are above average."
Depending on how far back you want to go, you could make the argument for your army's first enemy being...
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Basic training
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Recruitment
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Their mothers' birth canals
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The dating scene in their home villages
James Macavoy is 45. Patrick Stewart was 47 when TNG first aired. So Macavoy hasn't got much time to get himself ready to play the most important role of his lifetime!
That's such an oddly specific north to south multi-state swath of No Data that I'd easily believe there was something going on with that particular longitude, even though that's a completely insane thing to imagine.
The supreme rulers are hardly known by their subjects.
The lesser are loved and praised.
The even lesser are feared.
The least are despised.
Those who show no trust will not be trusted.
Those who are quiet value the words.
When their task is completed, people will say:
We did it ourselves.
--Tao Te Ching, Chapter 17
There are fun casual LARP or Nerf groups all over the place. Most of them would love to have more people coming out to the park on the weekend. Bring friends, or make some while you're there!
The editing makes me expect someone to start throwing eggs and gasping any moment.
I think that if you get a position in Congress / the White House / the Supreme Court you should be required to pick from a menu of ego-shattering experiences before you take office. Psychedelics are on the list, but there can be other options in case drugs are no good for you. Things like extended fasting, a round in a sensory deprivation tank, a trip to orbit, being present for an organ donor having their organs removed... I'm sure we could come up with a list of drug-free experiences that would be transformative and drive home that you aren't the center of the universe.
I've been planning Lae'zel as Bard / Gale as Barbarian next chance I get.
Or Tank Girl
The entire world is covered in a fine layer of poo particles. Really, anything that isn't covered in poo is the outlier and ought to be highly suspicious.
Didn't someone do the math and determine that, adjusted for inflation, Bob Cratchett was making like $20 / hour, which was so sinfully miserly that God sent spirits to intervene?
I'd say Symbiosis was the DARE episode:
Wesley Crusher: Data, I can understand how this might happen to the Ornarans. What I can't understand is this: Why would anyone voluntarily become dependent on a chemical?
Lt. Commander Data: Voluntary addiction to drugs is a recurrent theme in many cultures. Regrettably, having had no firsthand experience with such dependency, chances are I cannot give you an appropriate response.
Wesley Crusher: That's all right, Data.
Lieutenant Tasha Yar: [jumping in] I believe I can, Wesley. In the first place, nobody wants to become dependent. That happens later.
Wesley Crusher: Still, if people know it happens, why do they even start?
Lieutenant Tasha Yar: Remember what I told you about life on my home planet? There was so much poverty and violence that, for some, the closest thing to an escape was through drugs.
Wesley Crusher: How does a chemical substance provide an escape?
Lieutenant Tasha Yar: In the real sense, it can't... but it makes you think it's doing so. You have to understand that drugs - can make you feel good. They put you on top of the world. You're happy, sure of yourself, in control...
Wesley Crusher: What's the point, though, if you know it's artificial?
Lieutenant Tasha Yar: Because it doesn't seem artificial until after the drug wears off. Then comes what they call a "crash". You feel just the opposite of the way you did earlier: sad, insecure, like everything's coming down on you and there's nothing that can be done about it.
Wesley Crusher: [DELETED LINE] Doesn't that wear off, too?
Lieutenant Tasha Yar: [DELETED LINE] Ultimately, yes - but the trouble is that a lot of people can't wait for "ultimately". It's got nothing to do with common sense; they simply don't have enough willpower to ride out the crash. So they take more of the drug to cope, to feel the way they did before. The problem with doing that is, your body adapts to the drug as you keep taking it.
Wesley Crusher: [DELETED LINE; doing the math] ... Meaning you'd need larger and more frequent dosages to get the results you wanted, wouldn't you?
Lieutenant Tasha Yar: Indeed. On the other hand, using more of the drug more often also leaves you feeling worse - and for longer - after it wears off. That's how you get trapped. Before you know it, you're taking the drug... not to feel good, but to keep from feeling bad. At that point, all you care about is getting your next dosage. Nothing else matters.
Wesley Crusher: I see how it all works, Tasha, but I'm still not sure I understand it. Sorry.
Lieutenant Tasha Yar: Wesley. Don't be. In fact, let's hope for your sake you never do.
The plot thickens.
How long has this person been so old yet so young, so masculine yet so feminine??
Did you hear that a bunch of lions escaped from the zoo and have been living in the park all spring and summer?
It's okay, though. Pride goeth before the fall.
I got excited talking to a coworker about my CRKT Squid Compact and he said...
I couldn't really argue the point.
These motivational messages on the computer screen in an emergency department hospital room
I'm in the fucking emergency department. I'm not feeling very grateful right now. Read the room.