I just stop when it's no longer fun and I lose interest. I find arguing in the comments to sometimes be a decent way to search up details about the topic at hand, to gather ammo.
Yes, the focus should be on problem solving, thinking for yourself, navigating texts, etc. I don't want to issue them a tool to get a job done. I want them to build their own toolbox and decide for themselves what the best strategy is going to be.
All those crosses on his chest are stick-ons, right? To be a "Christian soldier" and be that ignorant of the Bible is an absolute slap in the face to anyone that takes Christianity seriously.
Confident stupidity feels like Kegsbreath's go-to move, though.
It boggles my mind how many students can't find answers in the one tool they have for any given subject. That's Step 1 for problem solving just about everything: trust the literature and sort it the fuck out.
Good on ya for respecting the gravity of it and his silence about it. It's fucking horrible what war does to people. You could sign a contract with the best of intentions, naive as they may be. Regardless of why you joined, they have your ass, and whatever you're forced into will weigh on you.
This happened decades ago, but I still think about it sometimes. It's foggy, but some details I haven't forgotten.
One of my friends invited me to the movies. His wife was doing laundry and wasn't interested in the movie, so she stayed home while we took off. When we got to the theater, we realized we were over an hour early. So, we decided to go back to his place to grab a bite.
When we got back, I stayed in the living room while my friend went upstairs, looking for his wife.
Then I heard everyone shouting and screaming, the sound of metal banging on the floor. Heavy thuds and crying.
The door opened to the master bedroom upstairs and another man, covered in sweat and blood, scrambled out of the house.
I went upstairs and saw the aftermath: my friend's weight set tossed to the floor, scuff marks and drops of blood everywhere. My friend and his wife were in the master bathroom, arguing and crying.
I don't remember clearly what happened after that, but I know that my former friend beat a man nearly to death for sleeping with his wife.
Maybe something like Guacamole with multiple users configured to ssh into a terminal. You can lock down permissions so users can only SSH automatically where they're supposed to go.
Didn't Rumsfeld say something about going to war with the army you can't afford? /s