Think of it people, with your piece of the action, e plebnista can regain helm control of the Corner. We don’t believe in the no-win scenario, there is no Kobiashi Maru. Don’t let the grups keep Trek at bay. You, Jim in Oakland, send your check now. Tell ‘em at NR HQ how you really feel! (tell ‘em Jim, tell ‘em Jim, tell ‘em Jim! — the Couch). Give ‘em a pain stick where they’ll feel it! No need to be a culture of one anymore, throw off your singularity and take the jeffries tube to the next level. All we need is $10,000. Just ten forward! C’mon people, don’t just sit there stuffing your face with quadrotriticale. Replicate your love of trek. Be the Red Squadron of NR fundraising, prove that NRO readers are an emergent entity, my mind to your mind, my mind to your mind. Damn it people, I’m a scribbler not a fundraiser. Don’t let them tell you it can’t be done. Hours mean days here. There are four lights! Gas prices are irrelevant. College tuition is irrelevent. Excuses are futile! Don’t let Kathryn sterilize, sterilize, sterilize, sterilize! Star Trek from the Corner. Throw off your cloaking devices and be seen! Give ‘til you bleed and I shall yell into the wind “Behold! A Reader Who Bleeds!” And, when we reach ten forward we will march upon Mary Landrieu’s Senate offices and for reasons that will flummox the xenite mining toglytes we will shout “festival! festival!” as we run through the halls of power revelling in the Klingon proverb that revenge is a dish best served cold. It will be the best thing ever on this side of paradise and we will be on our way to Eden. Amen brother! And Trek in the Corner will live long and prosper. I’m not a miracle worker, I need more power! This is no game of Fizzbin people, it’s the real thing.
You Kahhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnn do it!