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		<title>The Lerteiran Chronicles: Episode 12 - Family Ties</title>
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		<author>
			<name>Caveman</name>
		</author>
		<category term="ENT fanfic" />
		<updated>2010-08-07T21:09:36Z</updated>
		<published>2010-08-07T21:09:36Z</published>
		<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Lerteiran Chronicles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Episode Twelve: Family Ties&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Reactionary Caveman and Distracted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre: Action Adventure and Romance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: PG-13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; We don't own the Star Trek universe. We just go there
to play. Honest.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We do, however, own our original characters and story ideas. You
are welcome to borrow them as long as no money changes hands. If we
can't make anything from this, nobody else gets to either.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary:&lt;/strong&gt; We meet T'Riss's new Vulcan betrothed, T'Riss and Daniel
try to work out their differences, Malcolm gets a crack at the
Romulan prisoner, and there are spies in unexpected places.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
		<summary>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Lerteiran Chronicles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Episode Twelve: Family Ties&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Reactionary Caveman and Distracted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre: Action Adventure and Romance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: PG-13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; We don't own the Star Trek universe. We just go there
to play. Honest.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We do, however, own our original characters and story ideas. You
are welcome to borrow them as long as no money changes hands. If we
can't make anything from this, nobody else gets to either.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary:&lt;/strong&gt; We meet T'Riss's new Vulcan betrothed, T'Riss and Daniel
try to work out their differences, Malcolm gets a crack at the
Romulan prisoner, and there are spies in unexpected places.&lt;/p&gt;</summary>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>Vahklas, Chapters 1 and 2</title>
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		<author>
			<name>Caveman</name>
		</author>
		<category term="ENT fanfic" />
		<updated>2010-08-06T23:28:00Z</updated>
		<published>2010-08-06T23:28:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Vahklas&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Reactionary Caveman (aka Blacknblue aka Bluenblack) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt;I don't own Star Trek. I wrote this for fun. Anyone is free to downloadand/or redistribute this story as long as you keep it complete andintact, and as long as you don't make any money from it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; Vulcan terms used in this story were taken from the online VulcanLanguage Dictionary, the Vulcan Language Institute, or I made them upmyself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Description:&lt;/strong&gt; This is another afterthought to myseries "The Road Once Traveled". I thought it was done. I really did.But a few snips and bits were still hanging loose, so I scribbled offsome scenes to tie them up. Here they are. This is a direct sequel toKov + Hess. It picks up immediately after the other one stops.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</content>
		<summary>&lt;strong&gt;Vahklas&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Reactionary Caveman (aka Blacknblue aka Bluenblack) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt;I don't own Star Trek. I wrote this for fun. Anyone is free to downloadand/or redistribute this story as long as you keep it complete andintact, and as long as you don't make any money from it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; Vulcan terms used in this story were taken from the online VulcanLanguage Dictionary, the Vulcan Language Institute, or I made them upmyself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Description:&lt;/strong&gt; This is another afterthought to myseries "The Road Once Traveled". I thought it was done. I really did.But a few snips and bits were still hanging loose, so I scribbled offsome scenes to tie them up. Here they are. This is a direct sequel toKov + Hess. It picks up immediately after the other one stops.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</summary>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>Payment Chapter 16</title>
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		<id>tag:reactionarycaveman.com,2010-04-07:eeb427b2-1cdc-42a1-b8b9-0e4594e4ab7c</id>
		<author>
			<name>Caveman</name>
		</author>
		<category term="MU ENT fanfic" />
		<updated>2010-04-07T17:06:00Z</updated>
		<published>2010-04-07T17:06:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek. I wrote this for fun. Anyone is free to download and/or redistribute this story as long as you keep it complete and intact, and as long as you don't make any money
from it. 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; Vulcan terms used in this story were taken from the online Vulcan Language Dictionary, the Vulcan Language Institute, or I made them up myself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dedications:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This seems like a good time to offer some long overdue recognition to various people.&lt;/p&gt;
</content>
		<summary>Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek. I wrote this for fun. Anyone is free to download and/or redistribute this story as long as you keep it complete and intact, and as long as you don't make any money
from it. 
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; Vulcan terms used in this story were taken from the online Vulcan Language Dictionary, the Vulcan Language Institute, or I made them up myself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dedications:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This seems like a good time to offer some long overdue recognition to various people.&lt;/p&gt;
</summary>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>The Lerteiran Chronicles Episode 11 - Getting to Know You</title>
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		<author>
			<name>Caveman</name>
		</author>
		<category term="ENT fanfic" />
		<updated>2010-03-02T21:00:00Z</updated>
		<published>2010-03-02T21:00:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">      &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;By Blacknblue and Distracted&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Genre: Action Adventure and Romance&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Rating: PG-13&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Disclaimer: We don’t own the Star Trek universe. We just go there to play. Honest.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;We do, however, own our original characters and story ideas. You are welcome to borrow them as long as no money changes
hands.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</content>
		<summary>      &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;By Blacknblue and Distracted&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Genre: Action Adventure and Romance&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Rating: PG-13&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Disclaimer: We don’t own the Star Trek universe. We just go there to play. Honest.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;We do, however, own our original characters and story ideas. You are welcome to borrow them as long as no money changes
hands.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>Payment Chapter 14</title>
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		<author>
			<name>Caveman</name>
		</author>
		<category term="MU ENT fanfic" />
		<updated>2009-12-23T22:12:00Z</updated>
		<published>2009-12-23T22:12:00Z</published>
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&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; line-height: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Payment &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; line-height: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Blacknblue
(aka Bluenblack) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; line-height: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;Disclaimer: I
don’t own Star Trek. I wrote this for fun. Anyone is free to
download and/or redistribute this story as long as you keep it
complete and intact, and as long as you don't make any money from it.
&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; line-height: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt;
Vulcan terms used in this story were taken from the online Vulcan
Language Dictionary, the Vulcan Language Institute, or I made them up
myself. 
&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; line-height: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;A/N: I don't know
if I am the first to bring this subject up. But it does seem unlikely
to me that Vulcan eyes would be well adapted to seeing clearly
through water or fog. 
&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; line-height: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Warning: This
chapter contains a scene of violence with adult subject matter. Most
of this story is fairly tame, actually, despite being set in the
Mirror Universe. However this chapter addresses some adult issues
including sex and domestic violence. The people of the Mirror
Universe are not the same as the characters in the RU. Think of them
as identical twins, who have been raised by different parents under
completely different conditions. Life is hard where they live, and
some of them are not very nice people. You have been warned.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; 
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; line-height: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; line-height: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Chapter 14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; line-height: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;The smoke was
noxious with the stench of smoldering insulation, burning lubricant,
and scorched blood from beings that used iron, copper, manganese, and
several other minerals for oxygen binding.  The ceiling of the bunker
had caved in across two thirds of the area, and bodies in various
degrees of dismemberment were strewn over consoles and sprawled
across the floor. Soft shadows drew a merciful veil over the scene,
as the only light came from the few scattered emergency lamps that
had not been shattered by the torpedo blasts. 
&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
		<summary>&lt;meta http-equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.1  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;
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&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; line-height: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Payment &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
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(aka Bluenblack) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; line-height: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;Disclaimer: I
don’t own Star Trek. I wrote this for fun. Anyone is free to
download and/or redistribute this story as long as you keep it
complete and intact, and as long as you don't make any money from it.
&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; line-height: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt;
Vulcan terms used in this story were taken from the online Vulcan
Language Dictionary, the Vulcan Language Institute, or I made them up
myself. 
&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; line-height: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;A/N: I don't know
if I am the first to bring this subject up. But it does seem unlikely
to me that Vulcan eyes would be well adapted to seeing clearly
through water or fog. 
&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; line-height: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Warning: This
chapter contains a scene of violence with adult subject matter. Most
of this story is fairly tame, actually, despite being set in the
Mirror Universe. However this chapter addresses some adult issues
including sex and domestic violence. The people of the Mirror
Universe are not the same as the characters in the RU. Think of them
as identical twins, who have been raised by different parents under
completely different conditions. Life is hard where they live, and
some of them are not very nice people. You have been warned.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; 
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; line-height: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; line-height: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Chapter 14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; line-height: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;The smoke was
noxious with the stench of smoldering insulation, burning lubricant,
and scorched blood from beings that used iron, copper, manganese, and
several other minerals for oxygen binding.  The ceiling of the bunker
had caved in across two thirds of the area, and bodies in various
degrees of dismemberment were strewn over consoles and sprawled
across the floor. Soft shadows drew a merciful veil over the scene,
as the only light came from the few scattered emergency lamps that
had not been shattered by the torpedo blasts. 
&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</summary>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>The Lerteiran Chronicles Chapter 10 - What Women Want</title>
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		<author>
			<name>Caveman</name>
		</author>
		<category term="ENT fanfic" />
		<updated>2009-12-22T18:22:00Z</updated>
		<published>2009-12-22T18:22:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; line-height: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 11pt;" size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 11pt;" size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By
Caveman (aka Blacknblue aka Bluenblack) and Distracted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; line-height: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 11pt;" size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 11pt;" size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre:
Action Adventure and Romance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; line-height: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 11pt;" size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 11pt;" size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:
PG-13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; line-height: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 11pt;" size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 11pt;" size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:
 We don’t own the Star Trek universe.  We just go there to
play.  Honest. We do, however, own our original characters and story
ideas. You are welcome to borrow them, as long as no money changes
hands. If we can’t make anything from this, nobody else gets to
either.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; line-height: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 11pt;" size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 11pt;" size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary:
 Selim’s friendship with Raijiin gets him into serious trouble,
Archer has to confront his fears, a very perplexed Daniel Johansen
gets some words of wisdom from Trip Tucker, and Lerteiran takes on
new passengers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; line-height: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 11pt;" size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 11pt;" size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
		<summary>&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; line-height: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 11pt;" size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 11pt;" size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By
Caveman (aka Blacknblue aka Bluenblack) and Distracted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; line-height: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 11pt;" size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 11pt;" size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre:
Action Adventure and Romance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; line-height: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 11pt;" size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 11pt;" size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:
PG-13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; line-height: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 11pt;" size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 11pt;" size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:
 We don’t own the Star Trek universe.  We just go there to
play.  Honest. We do, however, own our original characters and story
ideas. You are welcome to borrow them, as long as no money changes
hands. If we can’t make anything from this, nobody else gets to
either.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; line-height: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 11pt;" size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 11pt;" size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary:
 Selim’s friendship with Raijiin gets him into serious trouble,
Archer has to confront his fears, a very perplexed Daniel Johansen
gets some words of wisdom from Trip Tucker, and Lerteiran takes on
new passengers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; line-height: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 11pt;" size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 11pt;" size="2"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</summary>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>Payment Chapter 13</title>
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		<id>tag:reactionarycaveman.com,2009-11-21:f7e74451-5447-4097-83df-8e5ffb9c16cb</id>
		<author>
			<name>Caveman</name>
		</author>
		<category term="ENT fanfic" />
		<updated>2009-11-21T18:12:00Z</updated>
		<published>2009-11-21T18:12:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;	&lt;!--		@page { margin: 0.79in }		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }	--&gt;	&lt;/style&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Note: I have been getting swamped with spambots lately. As a result, I have switched over to "moderated" comments. I have no intention of editing anyone. I just want to make sure that a real person has posted before I let a comment go live. Otherwise I fine myself providin free advertising for everything from water heaters to penis enlargement. I promise, comments will go up ASAP and they will not be altered in any way.) &lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the Caveman &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/strong&gt;: I don’t own Star Trek. I wrote this for fun. Anyone is free to download and/or redistribute this story as long as you keep it complete and intact, and as long as you don't make any money from it. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; Vulcan terms used in this story were taken from the online Vulcan Language Dictionary, the Vulcan Language Institute, or I made them up myself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre:&lt;/strong&gt; Drama/Adventure&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating&lt;/strong&gt;: G&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 13:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;T’Pol drew herself upward with her left arm until her face pressed firmly against the top of the cage.Her right arm, torso, and both legs hung straight downward in a perfect vertical line. She held still for exactly thirty seconds, and then allowed her arm to straighten slowly. Switching hands, she repeated the movement with her right arm and held it for another thirty seconds. Then she allowed her arm to straighten and finally dropped the few centimeters to the deck. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;To her intense disgust, her shoulders were registering sensations of fatigue. Slight, but quite noticeable.Two hundred repetitions of a one armed pull-up should have been effortless for her, especially under Terran gravity. She had certainly permitted herself to deteriorate into a shameful state.This was unacceptable, and rectifying the situation took top priority. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
</content>
		<summary>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;	&lt;!--		@page { margin: 0.79in }		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }	--&gt;	&lt;/style&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Note: I have been getting swamped with spambots lately. As a result, I have switched over to "moderated" comments. I have no intention of editing anyone. I just want to make sure that a real person has posted before I let a comment go live. Otherwise I fine myself providin free advertising for everything from water heaters to penis enlargement. I promise, comments will go up ASAP and they will not be altered in any way.) &lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the Caveman &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/strong&gt;: I don’t own Star Trek. I wrote this for fun. Anyone is free to download and/or redistribute this story as long as you keep it complete and intact, and as long as you don't make any money from it. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; Vulcan terms used in this story were taken from the online Vulcan Language Dictionary, the Vulcan Language Institute, or I made them up myself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre:&lt;/strong&gt; Drama/Adventure&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating&lt;/strong&gt;: G&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 13:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;T’Pol drew herself upward with her left arm until her face pressed firmly against the top of the cage.Her right arm, torso, and both legs hung straight downward in a perfect vertical line. She held still for exactly thirty seconds, and then allowed her arm to straighten slowly. Switching hands, she repeated the movement with her right arm and held it for another thirty seconds. Then she allowed her arm to straighten and finally dropped the few centimeters to the deck. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;To her intense disgust, her shoulders were registering sensations of fatigue. Slight, but quite noticeable.Two hundred repetitions of a one armed pull-up should have been effortless for her, especially under Terran gravity. She had certainly permitted herself to deteriorate into a shameful state.This was unacceptable, and rectifying the situation took top priority. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
</summary>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>The Lerteiran Chronicles - Episode Nine: Lessons in Practical Diplomacy</title>
		<link rel="alternate" href="http://reactionarycaveman.com/2009/08/15/the-lerteiran-chronicles--episode-nine-lessons-in-practical-diplomacy.aspx?ref=rss" />
		<id>tag:reactionarycaveman.com,2009-08-15:f542bad1-ce0a-4237-b35c-1946a38ef0d7</id>
		<author>
			<name>Caveman</name>
		</author>
		<category term="ENT fanfic" />
		<updated>2009-08-16T03:05:00Z</updated>
		<published>2009-08-16T03:05:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the Caveman and Distracted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre: Action Adventure and romance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: PG-13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer: We don’t own the Star Trek universe. We just go there to play. Honest. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We do, however, own our original characters and story ideas. You are welcome to borrow them, as long as no money changes hands. If we can’t make anything from this, nobody else gets to either. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary: Daniel and T’Riss explore the ramifications of Human/Vulcan relations aboard the Lerteiran, Jonathan Archer deals with his own deficits in interpersonal skills and, on the Sehlat, Senek and Raijiin offer Damin a job. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;____________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Does everyone in the quadrant know about the Romulans being ex-Vulcans except us?” demanded Daniel as he sat at tactical on the bridge of the &lt;em&gt;Lertieran&lt;/em&gt;.“The Orions have to know it. They do business with the Romulans. And the Klingons are right next door to them. If the Klingons don't know they’re blind. Only Vulcan's closest allies aren't allowed to know things like this, I guess.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the co-pilot’s station, T'Riss turned her head away, at a loss to explain Daniel’s sudden anger. After their conversation the previous evening, she’d thought that they were beginning to establish a rapport. Now she was wary of even looking at him, he seemed so volatile. It was understandable that he would feel threatened by not having complete information about a potential enemy,she supposed, but he was acting as if the revelation of the Romulans’ kinship to Vulcan were a personal betrayal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thoughtful silence reigned in the control room for a while. Then Daniel shook his head and keyed several commands. “&lt;em&gt;Sehlat&lt;/em&gt; has gone to warp.” He paused. “Now, &lt;em&gt;Enterprise&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"All hands and passengers brace for warp,” Jenrali announced over the com.After his last unannounced set of maneuvers three of the eight remaining paying passengers had demanded a transfer to the &lt;em&gt;Sehlat,&lt;/em&gt; a refund of their fares, and reimbursement for their medical bills, leaving &lt;em&gt;Lertieran&lt;/em&gt; with only five of fourteen available passenger berths occupied.Bringing finances into the picture had made the captain slightly more conscientious of the welfare of others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nevertheless, by sheer conditioned reflex Daniel and Sehlra grabbed for the nearest solid anchors and held on with death grips that weren't  really necessary anymore. Daniel had recently informed T’Riss that, after all the retrofitting and engine tuning lately, &lt;em&gt;Lerteiran&lt;/em&gt; no longer fell into warp “like a watermelon dropped onto a sidewalk”. Now, she slidinto warp “with the smooth grace of a walrus wallowing its way into the surf”. He, at least, was of the opinion that this was a tremendous improvement.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
		<summary>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the Caveman and Distracted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre: Action Adventure and romance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: PG-13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer: We don’t own the Star Trek universe. We just go there to play. Honest. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We do, however, own our original characters and story ideas. You are welcome to borrow them, as long as no money changes hands. If we can’t make anything from this, nobody else gets to either. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary: Daniel and T’Riss explore the ramifications of Human/Vulcan relations aboard the Lerteiran, Jonathan Archer deals with his own deficits in interpersonal skills and, on the Sehlat, Senek and Raijiin offer Damin a job. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;____________________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Does everyone in the quadrant know about the Romulans being ex-Vulcans except us?” demanded Daniel as he sat at tactical on the bridge of the &lt;em&gt;Lertieran&lt;/em&gt;.“The Orions have to know it. They do business with the Romulans. And the Klingons are right next door to them. If the Klingons don't know they’re blind. Only Vulcan's closest allies aren't allowed to know things like this, I guess.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the co-pilot’s station, T'Riss turned her head away, at a loss to explain Daniel’s sudden anger. After their conversation the previous evening, she’d thought that they were beginning to establish a rapport. Now she was wary of even looking at him, he seemed so volatile. It was understandable that he would feel threatened by not having complete information about a potential enemy,she supposed, but he was acting as if the revelation of the Romulans’ kinship to Vulcan were a personal betrayal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thoughtful silence reigned in the control room for a while. Then Daniel shook his head and keyed several commands. “&lt;em&gt;Sehlat&lt;/em&gt; has gone to warp.” He paused. “Now, &lt;em&gt;Enterprise&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"All hands and passengers brace for warp,” Jenrali announced over the com.After his last unannounced set of maneuvers three of the eight remaining paying passengers had demanded a transfer to the &lt;em&gt;Sehlat,&lt;/em&gt; a refund of their fares, and reimbursement for their medical bills, leaving &lt;em&gt;Lertieran&lt;/em&gt; with only five of fourteen available passenger berths occupied.Bringing finances into the picture had made the captain slightly more conscientious of the welfare of others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nevertheless, by sheer conditioned reflex Daniel and Sehlra grabbed for the nearest solid anchors and held on with death grips that weren't  really necessary anymore. Daniel had recently informed T’Riss that, after all the retrofitting and engine tuning lately, &lt;em&gt;Lerteiran&lt;/em&gt; no longer fell into warp “like a watermelon dropped onto a sidewalk”. Now, she slidinto warp “with the smooth grace of a walrus wallowing its way into the surf”. He, at least, was of the opinion that this was a tremendous improvement.&lt;/p&gt;</summary>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>Hess + Kov</title>
		<link rel="alternate" href="http://reactionarycaveman.com/2009/05/23/hess--kov.aspx?ref=rss" />
		<id>tag:reactionarycaveman.com,2009-05-23:d480ee90-1791-448e-a9ba-ae62e1f4b518</id>
		<author>
			<name>Caveman</name>
		</author>
		<category term="ENT fanfic" />
		<updated>2009-05-23T05:09:00Z</updated>
		<published>2009-05-23T05:09:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; I don’t own Star Trek. I
wrote this for fun. Anyone is free to download and/or redistribute
this story as long as you keep it complete and intact, and as long as
you don't make any money from it. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; Vulcan terms used in this story
were taken from the online Vulcan Language Dictionary, the Vulcan
Language Institute, or I made them up myself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre:&lt;/strong&gt; Romance&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: &lt;/strong&gt;G 
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Description:&lt;/strong&gt; This is an afterthought to
my series "The Road Once Traveled". In that series, I
initiated a situation in which Trip volunteers to act as matchmaker
between Anna Hess and Kov, the V'Tosh Katur aboard the Vahklas that
he befriended in Season 1. This stand-alone short story is intended
to tie up that loose end and show how things worked out. 
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anna Hess came out of the shower in a
robe, toweling off her hair. The message indicator on her terminal
was flashing and she grinned. &lt;em&gt;“Maybe, finally.”&lt;/em&gt; She
hurried over to the seat and pulled up her inbox. &lt;em&gt;“Yes!”&lt;/em&gt;
He had finally answered. She took a deep breath and held it for a
moment. Then she selected the message from Kov and sat back to hear
his response to her letter. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;</content>
		<summary>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; I don’t own Star Trek. I
wrote this for fun. Anyone is free to download and/or redistribute
this story as long as you keep it complete and intact, and as long as
you don't make any money from it. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; Vulcan terms used in this story
were taken from the online Vulcan Language Dictionary, the Vulcan
Language Institute, or I made them up myself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre:&lt;/strong&gt; Romance&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: &lt;/strong&gt;G 
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Description:&lt;/strong&gt; This is an afterthought to
my series "The Road Once Traveled". In that series, I
initiated a situation in which Trip volunteers to act as matchmaker
between Anna Hess and Kov, the V'Tosh Katur aboard the Vahklas that
he befriended in Season 1. This stand-alone short story is intended
to tie up that loose end and show how things worked out. 
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anna Hess came out of the shower in a
robe, toweling off her hair. The message indicator on her terminal
was flashing and she grinned. &lt;em&gt;“Maybe, finally.”&lt;/em&gt; She
hurried over to the seat and pulled up her inbox. &lt;em&gt;“Yes!”&lt;/em&gt;
He had finally answered. She took a deep breath and held it for a
moment. Then she selected the message from Kov and sat back to hear
his response to her letter. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;</summary>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>Upside down logic</title>
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		<id>tag:reactionarycaveman.com,2009-05-11:7763e74c-edd4-43e2-836d-787333798ce2</id>
		<author>
			<name>Caveman</name>
		</author>
		<category term="general" />
		<category term="Crime" />
		<category term="culture" />
		<updated>2009-05-12T00:58:00Z</updated>
		<published>2009-05-12T00:58:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">There is a basic principle in christian theology. Theologists describe this by saying, "We are not sinners because we sin, we sin because we are sinners." This seems pretty simple and straightforward to me. I mean, think about it for a moment. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When my children got old enough to start asking, "Daddy, why do people do bad things?" I told them that everyone is born wild, just like a fox, or a deer, or a wolf. We are not domesticated animals. We are still feral. As we grow up, we have to tame each other. The process of taming is called civilizing. It is what parents and society are supposed to do with a child when they teach it right and wrong,. But sometimes, they don't get the job done right, so the person grows up still part-wild. And they act like a wild animal because they still ARE part wild animal. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My kids nodded and went on their way. It seemed that a three or four year old had no trouble grasping this concept. So why do so many supposedly rational adults, particularly politicians, seem blind to it?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</content>
		<summary>There is a basic principle in christian theology. Theologists describe this by saying, "We are not sinners because we sin, we sin because we are sinners." This seems pretty simple and straightforward to me. I mean, think about it for a moment. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When my children got old enough to start asking, "Daddy, why do people do bad things?" I told them that everyone is born wild, just like a fox, or a deer, or a wolf. We are not domesticated animals. We are still feral. As we grow up, we have to tame each other. The process of taming is called civilizing. It is what parents and society are supposed to do with a child when they teach it right and wrong,. But sometimes, they don't get the job done right, so the person grows up still part-wild. And they act like a wild animal because they still ARE part wild animal. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My kids nodded and went on their way. It seemed that a three or four year old had no trouble grasping this concept. So why do so many supposedly rational adults, particularly politicians, seem blind to it?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</summary>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>There is no limits to the man's treachery...</title>
		<link rel="alternate" href="http://reactionarycaveman.com/2009/05/09/there-is-no-limits-to-the-mans-treachery.aspx?ref=rss" />
		<id>tag:reactionarycaveman.com,2009-05-09:ee9e1581-e366-4a24-8bf3-ff55fc84d1b6</id>
		<author>
			<name>Caveman</name>
		</author>
		<category term="government" />
		<updated>2009-05-09T18:01:00Z</updated>
		<published>2009-05-09T18:01:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">Watch it. </content>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>New Shooting Last Night</title>
		<link rel="alternate" href="http://reactionarycaveman.com/2009/05/09/new-shooting-last-night.aspx?ref=rss" />
		<id>tag:reactionarycaveman.com,2009-05-09:3308c23f-6824-45e5-9b89-ceca45ae5e12</id>
		<author>
			<name>Caveman</name>
		</author>
		<category term="global warming" />
		<category term="Crime" />
		<category term="culture" />
		<updated>2009-05-09T16:59:00Z</updated>
		<published>2009-05-09T16:59:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">Kid, 19 ye</content>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>I HATE doing this, but fair is fair</title>
		<link rel="alternate" href="http://reactionarycaveman.com/2009/05/08/i-hate-doing-this-but-fair-is-fair.aspx?ref=rss" />
		<id>tag:reactionarycaveman.com,2009-05-08:baa39b96-10e6-4037-a7f1-3b6cadd923ef</id>
		<author>
			<name>Caveman</name>
		</author>
		<category term="government" />
		<updated>2009-05-08T23:56:00Z</updated>
		<published>2009-05-08T23:56:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">It seems t</content>
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	<entry>
		<title>The Sword Is Mightier Than The Pen</title>
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			<name>Caveman</name>
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		<category term="government" />
		<category term="abortion" />
		<category term="culture" />
		<updated>2009-05-08T16:07:00Z</updated>
		<published>2009-05-08T16:07:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">&lt;blockquot</content>
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	<entry>
		<title>I don't know why I was surprised</title>
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		<author>
			<name>Caveman</name>
		</author>
		<category term="culture" />
		<updated>2009-05-07T21:39:22Z</updated>
		<published>2009-05-07T21:39:22Z</published>
		<content type="html">After all,</content>
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	<entry>
		<title>Fender bender on Monday</title>
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		<author>
			<name>Caveman</name>
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		<category term="general" />
		<updated>2009-05-06T19:39:00Z</updated>
		<published>2009-05-06T19:39:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">Sitting at</content>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>No fear? You gotta be kidding!</title>
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		<author>
			<name>Caveman</name>
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		<category term="government" />
		<updated>2009-05-06T01:03:00Z</updated>
		<published>2009-05-06T01:03:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;[N</content>
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	<entry>
		<title>Payment Part 12</title>
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		<author>
			<name>Caveman</name>
		</author>
		<category term="MU ENT fanfic" />
		<updated>2009-04-29T07:18:00Z</updated>
		<published>2009-04-29T07:18:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; I don’t own Star Trek. I wrote this for fun. Anyone is free to download and/or redistribute this story as long as you keep it complete and intact, and as long as you don't make any money from it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; Vulcan terms used in this story were taken from the online Vulcan Language Dictionary, the Vulcan Language Institute, or I made them up myself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre:&lt;/strong&gt; Drama/Adventure&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; R (Violence, Strong Language, Adult Situations, Brutality) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Description:&lt;/strong&gt; This is an MU story that follows immediately after the ST:ENT episode In A Mirror Darkly, Part 2. Depending on whether or not you consider the book Glass Empires to be canon, this story might be considered AU. Part of the inspiration for this came from Rigil Kent, and his MU scene that was posted on the Triaxiansilk.com BBS. He started an idea nibbling at me and it wouldn’t let go. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Doctor Kim peeled off his sterile gloves and emerged from behind the curtain to find Travis Mayweather waiting for him. He flinched and wondered, again, &lt;em&gt;“Why did that son of a bitch have to die now? Why not yesterday? Or tomorrow? Why did he have to pick today of all days?”&lt;/em&gt; But he pulled himself to attention and said, “Sir!” with all the briskness he could muster after a five hour autopsy. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</content>
		<summary>&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; I don’t own Star Trek. I wrote this for fun. Anyone is free to download and/or redistribute this story as long as you keep it complete and intact, and as long as you don't make any money from it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; Vulcan terms used in this story were taken from the online Vulcan Language Dictionary, the Vulcan Language Institute, or I made them up myself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre:&lt;/strong&gt; Drama/Adventure&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; R (Violence, Strong Language, Adult Situations, Brutality) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Description:&lt;/strong&gt; This is an MU story that follows immediately after the ST:ENT episode In A Mirror Darkly, Part 2. Depending on whether or not you consider the book Glass Empires to be canon, this story might be considered AU. Part of the inspiration for this came from Rigil Kent, and his MU scene that was posted on the Triaxiansilk.com BBS. He started an idea nibbling at me and it wouldn’t let go. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Doctor Kim peeled off his sterile gloves and emerged from behind the curtain to find Travis Mayweather waiting for him. He flinched and wondered, again, &lt;em&gt;“Why did that son of a bitch have to die now? Why not yesterday? Or tomorrow? Why did he have to pick today of all days?”&lt;/em&gt; But he pulled himself to attention and said, “Sir!” with all the briskness he could muster after a five hour autopsy. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</summary>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>In Loving Memory of Janice Stacy (1941-2009)</title>
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		<id>tag:reactionarycaveman.com,2009-04-20:da31a82b-605b-4451-bfb9-32dd897b6d3b</id>
		<author>
			<name>Caveman</name>
		</author>
		<updated>2009-04-20T16:46:00Z</updated>
		<published>2009-04-20T16:46:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">The Univer</content>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>The Climate Is Cooling, Not Warming</title>
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		<id>tag:reactionarycaveman.com,2009-04-18:06ad6698-51e7-4a7a-b80d-f7a3567dbf45</id>
		<author>
			<name>Caveman</name>
		</author>
		<category term="global warming" />
		<updated>2009-04-18T17:09:00Z</updated>
		<published>2009-04-18T17:09:00Z</published>
		<content type="html">&lt;font size</content>
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