The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress, by Robert Heinlein. I read that when I was in high school over 30 years ago and it had more impact on me (no pun intended if you’ve read it) than anything before or since, I think. I read Stranger In A Strange Land shortly after and that one did a number on me, too. Heinlein’s place in the pantheon of science fiction gods was well earned.

For lighter stuff, the Scions of Shanarra series, by Terry Brooks, is one I have gone back to many times.

Because when humans with functioning brains get fucked over by Trump they don’t say “let’s not make this political”. That’s ALWAYS a chud trying to head off a wave of “I told you so, you fucking idiot”.

Uhh yes. Often. First day on Earth?

Why do people do this shit to themselves?

I swear if the Borg came down some people would be lining up to join the club.