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In the past I’ve mentioned, no doubt to the point of annoyance, that I love every person in this Fleet. (Even if, outwardly, I appear to hate them.) Now witness my new column in the Colonial Express, ‘My Name is Kara Thrace and I Love ______!’, where I get drunk, get in touch with my [...]

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I’ve wanted to do Boomer’s original death justice for quite awhile.  I really felt sorry for the chica – she didn’t know what she was, she fought it, she tried to do the right thing, and yes she shot up the Commander’s tummy, but she felt super bad about it.  And in the end, she [...]

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Look, um, all that I ever wanted was to be an officer o­n a Battlestar. Okay, I trained my whole life, trained harder than anyone in my unit. Basically, I put my life o­n hold until I was assigned to Galactica. Then the Cylons hit. And I realized that this is all that I know. [...]

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It’s been on a little piece of paper in my pocket for awhile now, and tonight I will finally finish the Season 1 Rewatch.  Good ol’ Season 1: When Cylons were def bad guys (well, except maybe Sharon), Gaeta wasn’t an evil stumpy motherfrakker, Tigh had depth perception, and Adama put the President in the [...]

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Hey, Gods.  WHAT THE FRAK DO YOU HAVE AGAINST CALLY? First you have her #1 crush beat her face in.  Then you kill her.  THEN you tell us she smelled like boiled cabbage.  But that wasn’t enough, was it?  Now you have her cheating on the Chief, which, seriously, what the frak.  Why would Cally [...]

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In the past I’ve mentioned, no doubt to the point of annoyance, that I love every person in this Fleet. (Even if, outwardly, I appear to hate them.) Now witness my new column in the Colonial Express, ‘My Name is Kara Thrace and I Love ______!’, where I get drunk, get in touch with my [...]

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“Bastille Day” annoys me.  I can stand Apollo’s self-righteous moralizing for only the briefest of periods before I begin tasting vomit in the back of my mouth.  You can (but may not want to) imagine the full-on barf-fest that was this evening.  Unlike the manifold subplots of previous episodes, this seemed an interminable Fat Lee [...]

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Thanks to all the candidates for their answers to previous questions.  I think that this debate has allowed the entire fleet to become better acquainted with each of you, and more importantly has generated more hits for our blog. As before, our polling team has been contacting members of the fleet to find out what [...]

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Today I am honored to bestow upon Petty Officer Second Class Callandra Henderson Tyrol the Presidential Medal for Getting Totally Frakked Over. Cally was ever the petite, cheerful eye of the shitstorm. Whether biting off ears of aspiring rapists or mumbling love declarations through a jaw wired shut, Cally never lost her pluck. Even a [...]

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