Spacetrawler, audio version For the blind or visually impaired, May 27, 2022.
The Stribs only get nicer and nicer as you get to know them, don’t they?
Spacetrawler, audio version For the blind or visually impaired, May 27, 2022.
The Stribs only get nicer and nicer as you get to know them, don’t they?
Oh, HAH; they’ve already finished with the other end of the age problem
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“What now?!”
“The Blivardogoms are here to talk to us about the Marketing and Phone Sanitizers Convention.”
Hey, look at it this way. We all know the Stribs are heartless bastards with no compassion or empathy for each other regardless if their age. So, if you’re a Strib senior who would you prefer to care for you? These younger Stribs who’d likely euthanise you in order to go partying? Or these new aliens who sound like they’re actually caring for the seniors even though they were duped into doing so? Yeah, if I was a senior, I’d say the choice is obvious.
Ahh, but you’re not a Strib senior. The ones who aren’t too far gone to know what’s what are likely resentful of their new caregivers not letting them also have unfettered reckless and destructive fun at the Calpthurians’ expense.
I honestly don’t know how you do it. Each strip that features the Stribs, I think, “I can’t possibly hate them more than I do now.” And each strip, you somehow manage it.
They even make the Eebs look nice.
Hey! What we need here are a couple unclamped Eebs. Puppy Pyres, one at a time. That would be one hot party…..
I’m going to need a bigger space dozer
Ooh! Ooh! I found it!
The ACCO Super Bulldozer is what you want. It’s 183 tons, 12 meters in length, and the blade is 7 m wide and 2.7 m tall. And it’s immediately available.
See, it was built forty years ago in Portogruaro in northern Italy by the Umberto Acco company, in order to be exported to Libya in the early 1980s. Due to the trade embargo restrictions imposed by the United States of America in 1986 on that country (caused by the involvement of Colonel Gaddafi, the leader of Libya at that time, in international terrorism), ACCO Super Dozer was never shipped to its destination and was put into storage. Where it remains to this day.
It’s powered by two 675 HP (503 kW) Caterpillar engines, placed horizontally opposed, that deliver a total combined output of 1350 HP (1010 kW). No more powerful bulldozer has ever been built. You could do a power of work on the Stribs with this thing. If you’ve got the pocket change to pick it up; I imagine it’s a trifle pricey, and you’ll need to talk them down from storage costs. Transport would be up to you.
Oh, and since it’s three times the mass of a brachiosaurus, be careful to use it only on land you aren’t going to use afterward.
See it being moved and in action here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q5fwggXg1EY
So NOW the other shoe drops. And I didn’t even know there was another shoe.
Are you sure you know the number of feet? There may yet be footwear a-falling.
Ohhh … In other words …
“We’ve got a wonderful shoe for you tonight, ladies and gentlemen …”
Shades of Ed Sullivan!
Actually that Strib doesn’t look like he’s having a very good time…
So…..
The Stribs don’t take care of their infants.
The Stribs don’t take care of their elders.
They barely take care of their working age.
How did they ever get to be a space faring (koff!) “civilization” ( koff!)?
Con game and steal it all?
Actually, knowing this much background, it should be relatively easy to “ground” the Strib.
Take the infants (that they’re so eager to give away, anyway), have them be raised by a more compassionate civilization. Have the children deny their Strib heritage.
Chemically neuter/castrate the breeding age men & women. No more children. In one generation, no more spacefaring Stribs.
(unless they have breeding tanks or some such)
You’d need to neuter the children as well. Would not make much difference, galactic science could clone them.
At least the Stribs are consistently shamelessly self-serving. Nothing they won’t do for their own ease and comfort.
I think they should be grounded on Planet Lovingkindness here and their ships smashed and their other tech taken away from them. Let them go back to tilling the land — and, oh, taking care of their children and elders they so willfully want to dump on others. Pronounce the place a ‘dark world’ and put warning beacons around it to warn others of the nasty plague thereon. That ought to give the Galaxy about a generation to figure out what they want to do with them permanently. I mean, they already found a way to become spacefaring once; I don’t think they’re going to stay groundbound long, and people had better be prepared to deal with them most pitilessly when next they appear.
Now I need another gin and tonic to calm me down. Woo, this is work.
Oh this is awesome!!!
Up in on our business.
A triple preposition, and yet the meaning is clear.
Beautiful.