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Perry Mason. Cheat, liar, intersectionalist hero. Erle Stanley Gardner rotates in his grave.

I don't think anyone is saying it was unrealistic. What I was saying was it was unethical. The PM we know from previous portrayals is a man of integrity. This PM is a liar and a cheat, as well as (apparently) an alcoholic bum. His good intentions, his positive motive, and his ability to pull off the fraud does not change anything about that.

Which reminds me of a grizzly Mortician joke.....

Steroids reduced by 20% today. This is good. Computer keyboard gone naff. The M, V, 3, * and ( keys were all dead which made the computer very difficult to use. I was down to cut'n'paste to enter stuff. Bought & installed new keyboard. This is also good. The 'gonorrhea' numbers are up: 8 active cases. All in isolation; they came in on recent flights. Dr. K. says there are currently no cases free-range at the moment (this is a good thing). So, upon her instructions, I just had a haircut.All hair off, and also removed incredibly long, bushy beard * moustache. can now eat soup without the 'tache straining out the chunks. This is good. 2020 being what it is, I predicted a couple months ago that we'd probably get a hurricane. Well, it isn't a hurricane yet, but it is a Tropical Storm. TS Gonzalo, to be specific. The good doctor instructs me to stock up. Met Office: "The system has become better defined within the past few hours [...], in addition visible satellite imagery has been indicating a hint of an eye developing. If this trend continues then the system could be on a rapid intensification trend this afternoon. [...] As a result Gonzalo could become a category one hurricane within the next 12 to 24 hours." I never like to see a storm passing so far south. NOT good. Next update 5:00PM.

That's what I was expecting as well. The groundwork has been laid. It's been 14 years since the end of the war, a period during which he might easily have done anything, including study law and pass the bar. We have the diploma hanging on his wall which we caught a glimpse of. That could have been made to support his claim. Right. Perry Mason has become a liar and a cheat. No doubt his law career will be filled with suborning jury members, intimidating witnesses and concealing or destroying pertinent evidence if it stands in his way.

Really? After all the scenarios previously discussed here the one they go with is a forged letter and a 2-week memorization of the bar exam questions? And suddenly Perry's look goes from blasted paro to slick lawyer man virtually overnight? Wonderful. But how is forging a letter and parrot-memorizing the answers to a few questions on subjects he has no clue about going to make him into the shittest hottest lawyer in the universe? What were they thinking? Was I just supposed to accept that bullshit plot twist?

Tablet died a while aback. Then nice Pixel phone blew up when the battery swelled (Swelled? Swole?) up. Transferred number to PoS phone which promptly split it's screen diagonally across. Yesterday, computer keyboard stopped accepting "V", "M" and "*" keys. And finally, this morning, computer died completely. Got fed up and took Buddy to the club for a good long run. (His first outing in 76 days.) Came home, clobbered the computer, and it revived. We might chuckle, but it isn't a good indication of projected longevity. So, anyway, <creepyvoice>I'm ba-ack!</creepyvoice>

PT/INR was in the zone. A1c was a bit high as expected, meds adjusted to suit, and the morning test numbers are already starting to improve. Got permission to take a nap on an afternoon if needed. Dr. K. said 45 minutes but I raised her to an hour and she said OK. Funnily enough, haven't felt to take one since then. Buddy is crazy. He spent the night barking his head off, and demanding I open the door so he could go out. Eventually, I let him out and closed the door. I could hear him barking away repeatedly during the night. Looking out the window one time (the moon was a waning crescent and had a bright companion), I saw him menacing an unoccupied spot of the lawn. I'm beginning to think he has a tumor or something, silly doggie! Just opened the door and he shot into the bedroom and into bed. I think I'll join him shortly! Weather permitting, I will take him to the club on Sunday and give him a run. Dr. K. instructs me to go shopping every week instead of every fortnight. I need to get more fresh vegetables and eat less packaged carbs like rice and pasta. Which will help with the blood sugar, I expect. Active CV19 cases now up to seven again, all in isolation of course. But she assures me these were all arrivals from overseas and says that it looks like there is no CV19 on the loose in this country. "So, go get a haircut, because you need one", she says, and she ain't wrong. A couple weeks ago my nice, expensive phone died and I had to switch my number to a POS that I had laying around for use in an emergency. Well, I took the POS out of my pocket a few days ago... and the screen was cracked in half. Great. The phone still works, but you can't make out what is displayed on half of it. Using it is an exercise in Auto-Rotate, as you try to make various parts of the display visible in turn.

Didn't see that coming! Not until the final scene itself, anyway. Della will be devastated. She chucks a wobbler and walks out... and EB kills himself. By the way, Della and her girlfriend are both portrayed by straight women! Don't TPTB know that's now against the law? One time when he was a witness in court, he seemed to be coaching the lawyer as to what to say and do, so the implication is that he's no stranger to court proceedings. Yes, that was cleverly done, and it had me with each little trick.

Powerful symbolism as the people wait and watch for the opening of the door: the W on the hatch rotates into an M. Just wish I knew what it meant. Gigantic as the carriages of the Train are in comparison to a regular train's carriages, the carriages of the Supply Train are even bigger. Taller and wider. Layton really is a self-important dick.

Melanie: "I surrender to the mob!" Layton: "My first act will be to create a 'People's Garden'. Because that worked so well elsewhere." Exactly. Where does the Supply Train get all it's supplies? Because if it had them from the start, why not simply couple on to the train itself, (1,041 cars long!) and be done with it? Frankly, this was a pretty disappointing finale. I suppose I will watch S2, but who knows?

That assumes that Wilford was serious about preserving humankind. We are now hearing that he was just out for one helluva hedonistic End-of-the-World party that lasted as long as it lasted, and then kaput! Also, it assumes that he had the resources to fund his train without having to make promises to the Folgers and their ilk. If it were me, I'd be looking for young, strong, genetically diverse, healthy, fertile people who were highly intelligent and productive in a wide range of skills. But young people are not generally that wealthy. So perhaps Wilford was forced to take the Folgers, etc. Or perhaps they are just who he preferred to invite to his rolling End-of-Days party.

My position is that everyone on the train, no matter how they got there, should be treated as an extremely rare and valuable resource. These are (supposedly) the last remenants of mankind. Some studies claim a MVP for humans to be between 3577 and 5129. Others claim much lower numbers, but either exclude certain risk factors, or require strict manipulation of societal norms. (Eugenics programmes, etc.) Your guess is as good as mine, but what is obvious is that the more people, the better. So, obviously, the people in the tail should be "normalized" (don't know what would be the ideal word) into train society. People who consume at a high rate must reduced consumption to allow for the unexpected consumption of the unexpected passengers. How to make that happen is a question I can't answer, but sticking a gun (or a ballista) in the faces of 1st class isn't the answer. The 1st classers aren't doing anything wrong, they are simply expecting what they paid for. Now, are there sufficient resources on the train to support the unexpected influx of tailies? I doubt there are enough empty 3rd class berths to accommodate them. How many cars do they currently occupy? Enough to be converted into decent berths? Should the farms and fisheries cars be converted into housing for tailies, so they can comfortably starve with the rest of the train? These are questions that we the viewers can't answer because we don't have enough data. But I still think some sort of accommodation should be made. Less Kobe beef for LJ and her cronies and more hamburger for Layton and his. Obviously. And the process should have started as early as possible.

Three captures from the Brothel Menu. I will follow @AnimeMania and spoiler-tag them. In response to @HotSauceAndMoire I will say that I do agree the images look somewhat juvenile. Don't know if this is intentional or the result of limited artistic skills. These figures are not drawn particularly well, after all. The lefthand practitioner in the second photo for instance, is quite unusual in the shape if of the chest.

Quick recap of S01E01 and the only glimpse of the diploma I could find was a partial: It's not really possible to make much of this. It's a diploma in his name, but you can't see who issued it or what the fine print says. Is there a better shot of it than this? I couldn't find it. Not in the 1st episode, anyway. The "brothel menu" (Heh! Like that idea.) looked like 16th century Japanese Shunga (erotic art), but tamed down somewhat. Can't say I noticed anything particularly childlike in the imagery, but I didn't really look that carefully. I'll see if I can grab a screenshot or two later.

They are dumb. Obviously, if they... anybody... eliminate the one person who knows how everything works, the result will inevitably be bad.

A premise I categorically reject. Because it's bullshit. It isn't only rich people who exploit the natural resources of the planet and pollute the environment. It isn't only rich people that drive gas-guzzlers, and pour used engine oil into the drains. It isn't rich people who routinely devastate the forests of the world with slash'n'burn agriculture. It isn't rich people who dump trash and toxic chemicals into the ocean. The whole ill-gotten gains vs. the somehow wholesome unwashed idea is crap. First classers paid for the train, in exchange for their place on it. The tailies are illicit stowaways, who have contributed virtually nothing, and now want to run the show. They don't propose a scheme to integrate all trainies. They want to kill anyone that stands between them and the engine, which they don't know how to run.

Yes, and because the tailies are an irreplaceable resource that should not be squandered in an otherwise sterile world. But the idea that 1st should be stripped of their earned (yes, earned) privileges and possibly discarded in the name of utility so that the rabble in the tail can be handed the keys to the kingdom? No. You say 7 years have passed, but frankly some sort of integration plan should have begun immediately. The question is how, on day one, to convince the people at the front to agree, rather than stage their own coup and simply disconnect the tail and let them all go to hell. Maybe Mr. W had the presence to persuade, but remember, he was absent, and Melanie was limited to what she could do without precipitating a demand for Mr. W to appear personally.

"The would never have caught him, if it weren't for the mayonnaise !" It's been 14 years since the Great War. Perry has had plenty of time to have already gone to law school. There are people who have gone to law school who choose not to practice for one reason or another. Right? Radiation? I'd have guessed leeches.

XXX If they have all the guns, why didn't they use ONE of them? It was laughable. A good 12 Ga. and I could have stopped the entire taily "army" by myself. Instead, the tailys had bows and arrows... they even had a ballista, FFS! Where were the rifles, shotguns and pistols of the defenders? Where were the flamethrowers? Where were the hoses squirting super-chilled air from outside? The entire battle was about as realistic as some SJW's wet dream, and about as effective. She needs to have her ass thrown off the train. But give her a nice, warm coat first, so she can suffer for longer, before she crystallizes. "it was announced that the series would [...] air on TNT's sister network TBS [...] and that it had already been renewed for a second season." -- Wikipedia "Not one tail; one train! Now let's go kill a buncha ourselves!" What bullshit. What this writing says to me is that fundamentally, the tailies are as worthless/useless as they have been made out to be. Otherwise, by now I would at least know who someone (other than Layton) actually is! 100%. Well, I'm watching next week's double-finale, but I don't hold out much hope for a believable conclusion, far less a satisfactory one!

You forgot to mention Bigfoot's role!

I believe it gave a reason for his dishonourable discharge: he killed his own men, albeit to save them from suffering in the face of an on-coming mustard gas attack. Could have sworn he was going to get killed at the end. I thought the eyes were sewn open! I don't know that it makes much difference, but... One thing that struck me as strange: The coffin of the little child. Where I come from, virtually all children's coffins are white. Virtually without exception. Of course, I have to be careful saying this.....

They could rename it to the Classless Habitat in Absolute Zero and see how long it lasts.

<¡sigh!> It never stops. Buddy and I went shopping, and coming back from PriceSmart, on the way down Rendezvous Hill, the car died. Everything went black. Instruments, radio, engine, power brakes, power steering, everything. While rolling down the hill, I tried to restart, but no dice. Into neutral and kept rolling down the slope. Got to the supermarket with some speed up, and mercifully, for justb that moment, there wasn't a car in sight, so I was able to pull right across, through the entrance, and roll to a perfect stop in a supermarket parking space. Almost a mile, through traffic, with no engine. "Now what?" I thought. "Meat defrosting in the back, a doggie in the front... how am I going to get us all home from here?" Quick check and no obvious faults, so I tried the key, and... it starts! But the hi-fi remains dead as a stone and that doubles as my reversing camera. I can reverse fine without it (the van has five mirrors, and I prefer to turn and look back over my shoulder anyway) but still, this has to be rectified if possible. Tried to look up the number of the car shop I bought the hi-fi from, but the phone won't connect to the net. The same phone that was set up for me by the phone company only last week. Well, as it happens, there is a telephone company outlet very close to the car shop, which happens to be only yards from the optician I was already planning to visit, hoping to buy a pair of reading glasses. My tri-focals are still in horrible shape, but can't handle a new pair just yet. Stand outside the telephone company in the blistering sun for 40 minutes to get my phone properly set up the way it should have been last week. Then down to the car shop to get directions to their technician Sherwin to have him look at the hi-fi. (He installed it in the first place.) I get directions, and they say I have to go now because otherwise he's leaving home. "But I have to buy spectacles!" Never mind, the one day I go to the optician they have a sign up marked "Closed For Stocktaking." So, I speed around to Sherwin the technician, and when I get there nobody comes out to see me. I call, and Sherwin answers to say "I don't do dogs!" LOL So, Buddy and I had to sit on a piece of coral stone in the blistering sun for another 40 minutes while Sherwin did his thing. And he done good. Tracked the problem down to a cheap charger that I had plugged into my cigarette lighter. Even though the charger fell apart weeks ago, apparently it left some small bits up in the lighter socket which was playing havoc with breakers, fuses, etc. Anyway, $50 later Buddy and I came home with working hi-fi, reversing camera, and a load of groceries, not to mention some nice, spicy steroids, warfarin, etc, and at 3:30PM, I was able to take my 2:00PM medicine and eat and drink something for the first time today. That first, iced, soda-water sizzled going down! So, curried vegetables with some chicken breast meat, left over from last night. That Guyanese curry powder again. Not too bad this time. Used a different method. Still no heat, but flavour was OK. Oh, and I found a coffee mug to buy, and some Horlicks to put in it. Not a proper 20 oz (English pint) mug like my daddy used to drink his tea from six times a day. It's only 12 oz. But it will have to do for now...

Yeah, they just have to find out where the wide-screen TVs are stored. I'm pretty much with you on this. Frankly, I don't see how a satisfactory conclusion can come about without some extreme plot contortions.