When my university had their active shooter drill there were two women who volunteered to act as hostages. Bellevue police came in with rubber bullets...
Ow. This is 100% what my daughter would say.
That hug I gave you was for them.One hostage was shot once. The other was shot 7 times.
A few times a week I walk past a sign that reads. NO HOSTAGES BEYOND THIS POINT.
Honestly, it makes a lot of psychological sense: as much as we, as a society, hem and hah about needing to protect hostages from harm... police officers know that there is a signifigant likelihood that they will evade punishment if they harm innocent people but a strong likelihood that they will lose their jobs if they don't bring down the perpetrators or allow them to entrench. So why wouldn't they shoot the hostage? It's not like they care about them.A few times a week I walk past a sign that reads. NO HOSTAGES BEYOND THIS POINT.
Freaked me the hell out the first time I read that.
I just imagine the guards would be as likely to shoot me as the offender.
This is what happens when law enforcement starts treating criminals as enemy combatants, you mean.This is what happens when military sensibilities slip into law enforcement and the system refuses to correct it.
Pedantic, sure, but asshole is just personal opinion.It wouldn't be Pat if he wasn't being a pedantic asshole.
Military mindset: "That guy over there doing that thing is one of them and presents a threat to us and therefore must be neutralized."Tomayto, tomahto.
Or: I really don't see how that distinction matters, Pat.
I mainly see the label as a justification to dismiss what I say out of hand rather than being forced to question one's stance.Pedantic, sure, but asshole is just personal opinion.
The reason he even betrayed the park is because he was underpaid and overworked, so they definitely did spare expense with their staff
Alternatively, Nedry's in a bad contract because he bid for this contract without knowing all the details and would have asked for far, far more if he'd known that the job came with the risk of being eaten by dinosaurs. We know people have died setting up the park, we see it in the intro and Hammond doesn't tell any of the others about it (and neither does Muldoon).Hammond: Dennis…our lives are in your hands, and you have butterfingers?
Dennis Nedry: [laughs] I am totally unappreciated in my time. You could run this whole park from this room with minimal staff for up to three days. You think that kind of automation is easy? [sips a soda] Or cheap? You know anybody who can network eight Connection Machines and debug two million lines of code for what I bid for this job? Because if he can, I'd like to see him try.
Hammond: I am sorry about your financial problems, Dennis, I really am, but they are your problems.
Dennis Nedry: You're right, John, you're absolutely right. You know, everything is my problem.
Hammond: I will not be drawn into another financial debate with you, Dennis, I really will not!
Dennis Nedry: There'd be hardly any debate at all.
Hammond: I don't blame people for their mistakes…but I do ask that they pay for them.
Dennis Nedry: [sarcastically] Thanks, Dad.
So, basically, it sounds like Hammond was paying Nedry the amount Nedry bid for the contract, which is fair, but Hammond was also being a dick in the process, which probably pushed Nedry towards stealing embryos.
6300 Reddit points, 2000 imgur points, and hundreds of comments later, I have learned that there are only 4 types of people who comment on the internet (ranked in order of most posts to least):I'm getting the hang of this new fangled meme thing.
Another popular reddit post--but I've learned from my past mistakes and simultaneously posted to Imgur. Just hit 'most viral'
Yes, but 1 and 3 also completely ignore the whole point of the post: We know the crust on American bread is shitty. And we know our kids won't eat it. But we paid for it, and as dads, we don't like to waste money. So we eat the crusts, so that they don't have to.Number three explains number one - the end bits of good bread are the best bit, of sponge, not so much
We had to fight my father to get the crusts