Ensign Redshirt: Two AM

Just got back from picking up a microchip. Not sure what this red stuff is on it, but I’m pretty sure it’s going to void my warranty if it put it in my computer. Better call IT.

Speaking of undermining agreements … I wish our country could get our treaty-signing act together. Presidents and other diplomats spend months, even years working on the language of an important global document signifying a positive cooperative action that will better our world. Then, a bunch of senators with political agendas scuttle it because someone didn’t umlaut their mutated vowel. Woodrow Wilson had an entire league sunk by embarrassment when the Senate’s disapproval of their President resulted in bad global politics.

I can’t recall if START—officially, “Treaty Between the United States of America and the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics on the Reduction and Limitation of Strategic Offensive Arms”—ever had that Congressional hurdle to clear or not. As far as impacting legislation goes, it may have moved the Doomsday Clock backwards but it also came just five months before the Soviet Union collapsed. That’s like signing a client to a service contract only to have them declare bankruptcy, or investing in a dot-com in late 2000. The treaty capped the number of warheads one superpower could place atop ICBMs and assorted missiles at 6,000. Pretty much, as soon you get past six we’re talking Stanley Kubrick territory.

In other news, I think I have a drug problem. Maybe, but I’ve got to tough it out until this day is over. I have a Chinese Embassy to raid. (Er, strike that. I meant, “Chinese restaurant to grade.” I’m, uh, a critic.)

Transmission ended.