November 26th, 2008

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sf_drama on the spirit of egalitarianism.

gwynethfar: Right, no more funding for race or gender specific diseases anymore! Sorry, folks with sickle cell anemia! You lose, ovarian cancer patients! If you can't get a disease with the good sense to not be racist or sexist, then you deserve what you get!

pester: CF gets no more funding until it can be more like AIDS: AIDS doesn't discriminate.

gwynethfar: AIDS is truly the most noble of terminal illnesses.

nikkita: if i had to go to court i'd want AIDS to be my judge and jury

Context will not be funded until it kills moar minorities.

(Context's context, as Friend-Lock icons are apparently invisible to my eyes.)
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From scans_daily:

gailsimone1: I like the New Gods! Well, I like the original New Gods. I'm not completely up on the revamped versions yet.

buttler: They now prefer "Fresh Gods."

tahngarth: Now, this is the story all about how, my immortal life got flip-turned upside-down, so I'd like to take a moment, hold back your quips, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a place called Apokolips.

In western New Genesis born and raised, on the battlefield I spent most of my days, chilling out, fighting and being all cool and then shootin' some O-rays outside of school, when a couple of gods, they were up to no good, started making trouble in the neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom goes blips and says "You're moving with your Uncle on Apokolips".

I whistled for a B-tube and when it came near, the Mother Box said "fresh" and there were dice in the mirror. If anything I could say this tube was crips, so I said "Yo forget it, home to Apokolips!"

I pulled up to the fortress about seven or eight and I yelled to the Mother Box "Yo holmes, smell ya later!". I looked at my kingdom, I finally came to grips with being the Fresh Prince of Apokolips.
Context TP'ed Olympus.