Politicians, heads of states, are all generally worthless jackasses, hatching asanine schemes and mustering all of their political power to create new jackassery. It has come to my attention that they are always wearing suits. Suits are too stuffy for their monkeyshining and moronery.

I’ve been elected to rock their asses til midnight. By rocking I mean replacing their suits with silly wallpaper in a beautifully crafted design.

If you recognize all of them without looking at the image names and alternate texts, then you win a prize. Possibly a sandwich to the face for being overtly involved in politics and probably stuffy.

Being called team frontline is more disturbing than one initially thinks. When the commander comes to you and says: You guys are the frontline because you are the best soldiers, you can either take it at face value or step back and see what the general sees. In other words: you guys are expendable and I am just going to sit here on my six million dollar warship.

I am reminded of the redshirt from Star Trek. If you don’t know about the redshirt, you probably don’t understand Futurama either and are one of the reasons that it was cancelled and in effect I probably hate you.

Taken from the great parody that is Galaxy Quest

“I’m not even supposed to be here. I’m just ‘Crewman Number Six.’ I’m expendable. I’m the guy in the episode who dies to prove how serious the situation is. I’ve gotta get outta here.”

Minutes later, when the situation does indeed turn serious, a fellow crewmember yells

“Let’s get out of here before one of those things kills Guy!”

In conclusion, when involved in a corporate buyout and your team is renamed team frontline, you had better have a red shirt.