So it has come down to it at last. The final nail in the coffin. The ending waltz on the dance floor. The last Pringle in the can. Or something. Either way, we have sworn in another president, we have upheld our particularly American brand of Democracy, and we are all certainly awaiting every politician to be taken into custody, executed, and then for Trump to rule forever. Q just has to be correct right? The track record is.... stunning? Pictured: Q at his computer, or something. Creator: Rembrandt | Credit: Hermitage Either way, our country has reached the dawning of a new administration. An event that has happened 45 previous times, and will undoubtedly happen many many more. But along the way, there was a bit of... discourse, if you could call it that. Most of it was spurned on by the greatest of all threats in this day and age, the Keyboard Warriors. Yes, this multi-class, 12th level, 5h Edition DnD champion has, for the last 5-6 ye...
It was a sunny morning in the summertime of 1903 . Then President Theodore Roosevelt awoke inside his modest tent and noted the sunshine peering in. As he stepped out, he was greeted by majesty. The trees, taller than one could ever imagine, stretched towards the sky. The mountains, grand and noble, jutted forth at every angle, reminding of the immense power of the earth. The air was fresh and fragrant, birds sounded in the distance punctuated by the creaking of pines and flowing of rivers. A scraggly and bearded man walked up beside him. The man, skinny as he was, had a sinewy strength about him, and his face, lined and hard, spoke tomes about his wisdom and thoughtfulness. The man's name is John Muir. He puts an arm around the President, sticks his hand out in a sweeping motion over their surroundings. "This, Mr. President, is what we must preserve. This, is America." That day, our National Parks were born in earnest. Now, while that story is no doubt mythologized ...