Borg Queen Trump

Subtitle: Resistance is Futile?


Perhaps you rarely, if ever, venture anywhere near the strange new worlds found within the Star Trek multiverse? If so, that’d place you amongst the few who’ve yet to view the The Best of Both Worlds; screenplay writer Michael Piller’s season three and four, two parter; still ranked by many fans as that franchise’s greatest story ever told.

To bring any non-Trekkers up to warp speed, a Wikipedia essay will both provide the storyline and “flesh” out who (what) the Borg are. By the by, I’m labeling this link SPOILER ALERT (my last-ditch caveat to anyone who might now be considering a first time viewing).

Of course, one needn’t be a Sci-Fi fan to know that Star Trek storytellers are renown for utilizing their futuristic narratives to draw parallels; to exquisitely expose / cast aspersions on the perpetrators / perpetuators of present day, indefensible, malignant societal scourges.

And, speaking of scourges, aka PTD’s (Politically Transmitted Diseases), let’s check out a few similarities to deplorable un-American present day, realities; namely…

How Donald J. Trump bears a striking resemblance to the Borg Queen.

Both entities are autocratic head cases. Externally they have folically challenged scalps and, internally, boast mucked up / scrambled brains. Worse yet, they command massive, ever-growing legions of cultists / drones; all hellbent on assimilating / enslaving each and every free spirit they encounter. In the end, all that’s left is their human wreckage; a retrograde society built, solely, upon the dismal, rickety foundation of mandatory, “resistance is futile”, no questions asked / allowed, mindless compliance.

Without giving away too much of The Best of Both World’s plot, eventually, acting Captain William Riker finds himself just about to issue his futile, last-ditch, save planet Earth / humanity orders; on the verge of commanding helmsman Ensign Wesley Crusher to kamikaze the U.S.S. Enterprise D into the enemy Borg cube / starship when… when…

Well, I did vow not to tell all…

Suffice to say, with heavy heart, I can apply such scenes to America’s glum 2024 “future”; predict that the never punished Donald J. Trump will run for his second term; where win or lose, humanity loses.

In other words… where Borg Queen Donny…

  • In defeat, will order his “human” drones to burn down America
  • In victory, will deploy his Space Force army to attack America

“The armed forces consists of six service branches: the Army, Marine Corps, Navy, Air Force, Space Force, and Coast Guard.”

Google Search • Read More Here (BTW, Space Force was Trump’s own cockamamie creation).

Whatever the 2024 outcome, freedom lover Tom CANNOT and ABSOLUTELY WILL NOT live like that; all of which not only succinctly sums up my resolve… correction… my flat-out defiance of all things Trump… but could also, easily, become my own epitaph.

Indeed, once the rolled out Trumpian tanks near my hometown’s city limits; the very nanosecond that rumbling racket is within my earshot, that’d mean there’d be no hope left. At that juncture, futilely so, I’d block their path; i.e., lie right smack dab in the middle of Michigan Avenue; double daring that lead tank commander asshole to smash my atoms into the asphalt.

Call that my own William Riker Moment, too, for, obviously, my one, soon-to-be corpse could no more halt a tank than an Enterprise D head-on crash could ever halt a Borg Cube.

The only good part of such scenarios? Be screenplays Sci-Fi or Real Life, the well written ones can and oft do offer up unexpected plot twists; in the political context, that could be courtesy of a willy-nilly patchwork of Republicans who, for fleeting moments, might manage to muster the facade of decency, heroism and patriotism.

After all, on January 6 and 7, 2021, Vice President Mike Pence did flat-out defy Borg Queen Donald J. Trump; flip off his tyrant boss’s orders to unconstitutionally install him and demolish American Democracy; in essence proving…

Resistance Is NOT NECESSARILY Futile!




Be humans Vaxxed OR Unvaxxed, We
can still shed and spread the batcrap
crazy contagious coronavirus which,
in turn, spawns new variants; which,
in turn, could, eventually, render the
available vaccines worthless; which,
in turn, will drag out the pandemic’s
needless suffering, illness and death!

HENCE… this easy as pie, cover your
nose and pie-hole/hole-up heads-up:

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Nobody’s Home


On this same old, same old day, let’s kick things off by discussing a well-known author’s work of spooky fiction.

On an overbooked, American Pride Airlines, non-stop, LA to Boston, red-eye flight, ten snoozing travelers have a rude awakening; namely, 100+ passengers, along with the flight attendants, have all vanished into thin air. Amongst the remaining are the young blind girl, public school teacher, stoner chick, violinist prodigy, mystery novelist, blue collar worker, narcoleptic businessman, high-strung high financier, sinister mercenary, and (fortuitously) a deadheading it homeward American Pride pilot.

Upon muscling open the cockpit door, to everyone’s horror, they discover the entire flight crew has also disappeared. Things go from bad to worse when their substitute pilot’s repeated, increasingly heated, radioed Mayday declarations fail to get any air traffic controller response, at all. Upon diverting for a landing at the less traveled, Bangor International Airport, the plot thickens further; due to the terminal being little more than a nobody’s home, ghost town.

Those two paragraphs, above, synopsize one of Stephen King’s most fertile, flights of fancy; be his literary masterpiece printed out on the pages of his collection of novellas, titled Four Past Midnight, or played out in the made for TV, three-hour film, The Langoliers.

I’m rehashing this plot, for, no matter how many times I experience it, “anew”, this never fails to inculcate creepy feelings, right down to the very core of my being; REGRETTABLY, NOT UNLIKE how I feel each and every time I mask-up and force myself to re-enter my homeland’s creepy society; the very one dominated by the triple threat posed by impending climate collapse, relentlessly mutating coronavirus variants and sycophantic MAGA maniac insurrectionists.

Factoring in how few Democrats have the “stones” to (figuratively) peg any problem solving stones at any of these life threatening issues… well… I hafta say…

In spite of a populace of 7.9 billion, globally, and 330 million, Stateside, I cannot help but feel like I’ve been holing up within a godforsaken, gawd awful worldwide / nationwide ghost town; where, obviously, nobody’s home.

Granted, there are still plenty of us well-intentioned people, but, seeing how we’re not making any significant headway, anyway… well… nobody’s home still applies.

And tho my closing Q will only resonate with folks familiar with the above literary work, I’ve gotta ask this anyway…

Where the hell are King’s ferocious, growling, flying all over Creation, swooping down, razor sharp toothed Langoliers when we really need ‘em for a much needed, long overdue clean up of our mucked up society?




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Naw! Nyet!


With America’s midterm elections looming (less than nine months off), hardcore rightie, legislative foes, in stonewalling a newbie, centrist president’s pro-proletariat agenda, have already, successfully portrayed him as politically impotent.

Such an orchestrated characterization, in turn, has caused many a centrist / leftist legislator’s job approval rating to plummet, too; has alienated the very voters, who had empowered this whole kit and kaboodle, in the first place.

Now, that’s not to suggest that the understandably, disaffected electorate is about to jump ship / join the ranks of rank Trumpers. However, their failure to vote, come November, will net the same deleterious effect.

Soooooo… is this all as hopeless as it seems? Maybe not???

Seeing how no top billing, ballot player can ever attain / retain such power, sans having at least one top advisor on retainer; one who’s superbly adept in mass media communication; is an extraordinary manipulator of politics, press and public, perhaps Mr. President may have turned this entire, mucked up mess over to his fixer-upper; who in turn, ultimately, opportunistically, has already tapped into a preexisting, potential World War III?

Has this puppet master pulled on the strings of a has-been foreign leader; one who’s desperately ISO an image makeover of his very own; a public relations kick in the ass that could aid and abet this pathetic little dick-tator’s ongoing, pathetic little plot to restore his flaccid, floundering nation to its bygone, storybook, superpower status?

Hmm, one, who, in turn, has been bluffing a looming attack; oh, say, by deploying 100,000 troops in the vicinity of a third hapless, leader-player’s bordering nation?

The End?


By now, you, my perceptive, critical thinking readers, have begun to connect my dots; conclude that our chains are getting yanked. True, appearances can be deceiving, but, it’d appear that a particular screenplay’s fictional plot has been afoot; has stepped right off the silver screen and into the real world.

For anyone who may still be in need of a dot, one of that flick’s lines should do the trick…

“We’re not gonna have a war, we’re gonna have the appearance of a war.”

Actor Robert De Niro / Character Conrad Brean [More Wag the Dog Quotes HERE]

Soooooo… could such infantile hamming it up / posturing (in actuality dangerous brinksmanship) do an image makeover; bolster the egos, job performance / poll numbers and national / international standings of both questionable leaders, in question?

Naw and Nyet!

This won’t likely even apply a dull shine to Messrs. Joe Biden’s and Vladimir Putin’s scuffed up IQs.




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Is there anybody out there?


This being, being a bedazzled, naked eye and telescopically enhanced sky watcher, I’m aware that even the light polluted night sky can still invite the “Big Q”…

  • Is there anybody out there?

Or another variation of this…

  • Are we the only “intelligent” beings within this vast sea of stars?

Well, however we may phrase the sentiment, a renown, bygone astrophysicist and moonlighting screenplay writer thrice scripted a most suitable “A”…

“The universe is a pretty big place. If it’s just us, seems like an awful waste of space.”

Carl Sagan/Ann Druyan • 1997 film Contact • read the storyline synopsis, spoilers included, HERE
Line delivered (in scripted order) by actors David Morse, Matthew McConaughey and Jodi Foster

Building on that premise, the inevitable follow up “Q” becomes…

  • Why haven’t alien races made their presence known by… oh… say… paying us a visit?

Alas (long sigh) that “A” is inescapably obvious…

As ADVANCED as these extraterrestrials would need to be to have mastered interstellar space travel… well… it’s that very, in all caps, italicized A-word, which affords us the “Q’s” “A”.

I mean, what advanced, levelheaded civilization would ever opt to rub elbows with us (if they, indeed, have elbows)?

Not when they’d be fully aware of how too damned many Earthlings have abandoned:

  • Peace: by empowering insane leaders who’ll have access to nuclear arsenals
  • Liberty-Equality-Justice: by trying to install narcissistic, fascistic sore losers
  • Civility: by giving free rein to serial killers, who shoot up schools & churches
  • Public Health: by refusing to mask & vax-up during a deadly, global pandemic
  • Ecology: by letting corporations prolong our suicidal, fossil fuel dependence
  • Decency: by discriminating against, dehumanizing and alienating terrestrials

Even if interstellar travelers were invaders they’d still avoid us. I mean, why bother conquering the human race… ahem… when we’re doing a bang up job all on our very own, eh?


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We’ve Got to Get (Constructively) Mad!

With only scant clarifications / updates, news anchorman Howard Beale’s above rant, featured in the 1976, Paddy Chayefsky written, Sidney Lumet directed flick, Network, remains relevant today.

First, let’s specifically address Beale’s “punks are running wild in the streets” and “banks are going bust” references.

Today’s “punks”, in actuality, are Flaw and Disorder Trump’s jackbooted stormtroopers, who mindlessly obey their boss’s barked out unconstitutional orders to invade American municipalities, viciously attack duly pissed off demonstrators and simultaneously trample their 1st Amendment Rights… hallowed Constitutional rights which, in part, categorically state…

“Congress shall make no law… abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.”

As for the banks… while… so far… ATM’s are still cranking out currency (so fast the ink is almost wet), it’ll only be a matter of time before the unsustainable smoke and mirrors economies, worldwide, go up in smoke and get shattered into glass shards.

Next, let’s discuss societal unraveling, in the abstract. When we temporally, forward-project Beale’s remarks re cowering in our dwellings, fretting about home invasions and brushing off homicide stats as the “accepted norm”… well…

Pitted against today’s pandemic backdrop, are not we, the homebound, fearing COVID-19 will soon be kicking down our doors, sickening us to death and carving our names into our tombstones? Hell, here in America, when Trump speaks his mucked up mind re America’s… so far… 177,000 pandemic fatalities, with nary a blinked back tear, he’ll say, “It is what it is.”

At this juncture, let’s discuss Beale’s recommendation, “First, you’ve got to get Mad, etc.”

The key word, here, is “First”.

Once we’re done yelling “I’m as mad as hell, etc.”… once we slam our windows shut… we must next channel our outrage constructively by voting smartly. That starts with slamming the window of opportunity on ALL opportunistic, high and mighty candidates ISO high elective office.


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Boon or Bane?

For optimal effect, prior to playing back the clip, above, read the set up, below…

The boon to having a vivid imagination is being able to effortlessly create and play out flights of fancy within the silver screened theatre of the mind. Once this becomes second nature, our comedies, dramas, even… ahem… fantasies can compete with the likes of Netflix™, Hulu™ and Disney Plus™. Even better, were it possible to successfully, storyboard such noggin notions to the film industry’s execs, they’d wind up paying us handsomely, and brilliant careers would be ours.

And that scenario, in itself, illustrates the MINOR point I’m trying to make here. All in all, this does sound win-win… uh… until we consider the “tails” side of the coin.

The bane to having a vivid imagination is WHEN… When… when… (it’s now time to scroll up to start up the blog topper clip)

It’s now Monday, November 2, 2020… the day before Election Day in America. In Scene One we find the Tyrant-ass-saurus Rex… the pea-brained, tiny handed, prehistoric reptile who’s gleefully trampling the U.S. Constitution… grinding that once hallowed document’s atoms into the Oval Office carpet. He’s so hellbent on fraudulently clawing his way to reelection that, in Scene Two, we witness him bellowing out his marching orders… deploying his private army… the armed to the teeth throngs of boneheaded, bristling with testosterone, bloodthirsty, bleating, roaring, rampaging goon squads.

Their Destinations: All voting precincts with high concentrations of Democrats.
Their Hard R-Rated Mission: To tear gas and/or gun down people attempting to exercise their Right To Vote!

Now, just in case Hollywood / Bollywood would find such content too violent for their liking…

Their Destinations: Ditto the above.
Their PG13-Rated Mission: Use flamethrowers to incinerate in-person and absentee paper ballots (all voting tech, too).

Regardless of the MPAA ratings, each dystopian narrative, in itself, illustrates the MAJOR point I’m trying to make here. All in all, it’d be lose-lose… after all, there can be no real winners were the wretched, brutal Tyrant-ass-saurus Rex and his goons able to burn America to the ground.

We can only hope our tossed in the air coin defies the mathematical odds and comes up heads each and every time!


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Chain Yanking While Social Isolating Can Be Fun

Don’t read the post, below / view the clip, above, if you click by at a time of mourning or other heartache.

I just had the distinct pleasure of shutting down a telemarketer (and likely scammer). Right from the get-go, I cut thru his paint-by-the-numbers pleasantries to ask, “What’s this call all about?” He replied (words to the effect) that he’d be helping me plan my own funeral. How nice…

While there’s nothing intrinsically wrong with pre-planning for life’s end game inevitability, when juxtaposed against the backdrop of the COVID-19 pandemic (which has already got many of us obsessing over death), this was just too damned ghoulish and in bad taste… especially since the “funeral director” was delivering his spiel while his headset was picking up all of that background, boiler room chatter.

Hmm… one would expect some canned, low decibel, somber organ playing or strumming of harps. But hey, if they can’t dig the importance of ambience, it’s their funeral… right?

Anyway, this all left me with the impression that, were I to buy into his scam, my body would eventually wind up on an assembly line conveyor belt, leading to a bubbling cauldron where my mortal remains would be cooked up into a concoction (confection?) known as Soylent Green.

Soylent what? You ask? Short answer: crunchy human granola bars. Somewhat longer rundown…

Soylent Green is the title to the 1973, dystopian, Sci-Fi flick, set in (then futuristic) 2022 NYC, where the main protagonist, Thorn, resides amongst the multiple millions of struggling, starving, homicidal maniacs who battle each other, daily, to score that generic, protein rich foodstuff (and unnaturally… in the process… unwittingly becoming cannibals).

Which brings us back to that crass telemarketer and what went down in the end…

I cut Mr. Reaper off mid-sentence to deadpan, “Uh, I’m donating my body to science.”

CLICK! (his phone, not mine)

I burst into laughter.

Which proves that chain yanking while social isolating can be fun.


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The Four(?) Stooges vs. The Coronavirus?

While the above clip’s total playback time is 17:09, the content needed to compliment my commentary, requires only the opening scene, which concludes at the 5:15 time index.

This past May, Donald J. Trump trotted out his Operation Warp Speed. This undertaking’s goal, if achieved, would expedite the R&D of the vaccine and/or therapeutics required to inhibit / halt the deadly rampage of coronavirus.

While I can set aside partisan politics, long enough, to wish them all well in this endeavor, it is still fair to point out that the time to have engaged Warp Speed had been way back in January of this year.

Had Trump… right from the get-go… expeditiously shut down our homeland… i.e., ordered everyone to immediately hunker down in their homes and mask up in public… he could’ve speedily contained this scourge and, in the process, bought the medical community far more time to “science the shit out of this.” *

Oh, btw, when it comes down to R&D, Warp Speed isn’t always advisable. After all, abiding by the slower paced, more orderly scientific method is how to best avoid making hasty decisions, which can lead to deadly mistakes.

To extend Trump’s Star Trekian-based metaphorical reference, a bit further, it’s also fair to point out that while using Warp Drive did get crews of the U.S.S. Enterprise and other Federation starships out of trouble, fast, that faster than the speed of light velocity, ofttimes, swiftly got them into trouble, too. Beyond that…

• How can we muster even a milligram of trust for the power-hungry, autocratic Trump, who, deep down, knows that his bid for reelection is not the shoo-in he once thought it would be and, consequently, is now heavily into his panic mode.

• What credibility does Donny even have, anymore, when he’s a.k.a. the [1] hardcore science denier, [2] pusher of dangerous drugs (e.g. Hydroxychloroquine) and [3] advocate for frying internal human flesh with UV radiation and injecting FOR EXTERNAL USE ONLY, household cleaning products? BTW NEVER, EVER FOLLOW DEADLY ADVICE, SUCH AS THIS!

SIDEBAR: Doper Donny probably doesn’t give a second thought… maybe not even a first… re whatever dope he may be popping, snorting, shooting up and/or shoving up his ass. But, just because Donny duz it, duz not mean that you and I should ever follow that non-leader.

Tying this all into our video’s narrative, if Operation Warp Speed is successful, fourth stooge Donny’s eventual sales pitch is guaranteed to sound similar to snake oil salesman Moe’s spiel. Worse yet, the fake prez’s rush job mentality is bound to prove infectious to his own R&D team, perhaps even compromise their scientific method / lab work… cause it to deteriorate into something resembling that of Larry and Curly (note how their own “R&D” “efforts” devolve into a silly, willy-nilly choice of toxic chemical elements and compounds… i.e., to speed up their desperate search for a cure for Lumbago (the disorder, which their “patient”… the sheriff… suffers from).

So, where does that leave us? Well, having zero confidence in Trump, it’s not unreasonable to conclude that, were The Three Stooges still alive, today, in spite of their frantic antics, they’d still have a far better shot at rapidly stumbling onto a more efficacious coronavirus shot.

As for whatever inoculation, which Fourth Stooge Donny’s Operation Warp Speed personnel may wind up concocting? Well, on the day Team Trump rolls that out, I’ll be thinking more than twice about quickly rolling up my sleeve.


Stay Safe… Stay Home… Stay Healthy!




* words uttered by astronaut Mark Watney… actor Matt Damon… (from the Sci-Fi film, The Martian).








Michael / Marty B. Goode

Mention the name Michael J. Fox and (at the very least) two particularly memorable acting roles will instantly come to mind… namely… the big screen’s, Back to the Future, time-tripper Marty McFly and the small screen’s Family Ties, right-winger Alex P. Keaton.

As for that latter character, we’re talking about every aging hippie’s, where-did-I-go-wrong, parental-concerns-come-true. Imagine how disillusioned the Sixties, Woodstock era, flower children, liberals Steven and Elyse Keaton must’ve felt upon discovering how their Eighties era, politically rebellious son, Alex, is aspiring to be a materialistic, arch conservative Reaganite WHEN… correction… IF he grows up? YIKES!

Even so, the politically conservative Alex did have his socially redeeming qualities. Neither he nor his parents and siblings were ever conservative with their genuine love for each other… love, which could easily bridge the political divide.

Contrast that with today’s families. Let’s call them Families UnTied. Here’s where we find America’s party planners wringing their hands while tying to figure out “safe” holiday, dinner table seating charts. You know… just to [1] keep their invited, politically polarized family members (and friends, too) at arm’s length and [2] prevent them all from engaging in altercations that’d be far worse than a food fight. Long sigh…

On a much happier note… let’s turn our attention to another of Fox’s particularly memorable ventures into the entertainment world spotlight. In our blog topper video clip… he’s the honored, guest guitarist at a Coldplay concert… cast in the dual role of playing himself and reprising his Back to the Future character. Both Michael and Marty… get to stand center stage, play to their heart’s content, wow their adoring fans by really making that ol’ electric ax sing.

Obviously it’s heartwarming to see Fox being able to momentarily forget about life’s troubles for awhile. However, we must not forget the stark realities, too.

As most of us already know, this Coldplay concert venue was… still is… especially noteworthy… seeing how… since 1991… Fox has been courageously, fiercely rebelling against Parkinson’s Disease. Of course, as to be expected, there have been health setbacks, too. But Michael J. Fox is a courageous man who still has dreams of the day where medical science will come up with either a cure for Parkinson’s or, at the very least, find medicines / therapies to better keep it in check.

Working towards materializing his dream… towards getting back to a happy future, Fox has been going the activism route to put a public face on Parkinson’s… even appearing before the U.S. Senate Appropriations Subcommittee back in 1999. From his first book, Lucky Man, author Fox elaborates on resorting to whatever it would take to win over conservative poliiticians’ hearts… that is… if politicians… in every negative connotation of that “P-word”… even have hearts. Said Fox…

I had made a deliberate choice to appear before the subcommittee without medication. It seemed to me that this occasion demanded that my testimony about the effects of the disease, and the urgency we as a community were feeling, be seen as well as heard. For people who had never observed me in this kind of shape, the transformation must have been startling.

Regrettably, what should’ve been Fox’s eye and government purse opening tactics hadn’t sufficiently startled the science hating, conservative politicians… neither back then nor now. Indeed, twenty years later these critically flawed lawmakers still see nothing wrong with sadistically taking their budgetary ax to nearly all medical research.

The very entities who are supposed to selflessly represent their bosses… the very voters who elect them… are selfishly lavishing tax breaks upon themselves / feathering their own nests, instead. Their fallacious feelings of self-importance… their ME ME ME vs. WE WE WE ‘tude is what’s upstaging Michael J. Fox and every other person in desperate need of help.







Fate is the Hunter / Film Review


Back in 2005, soon after my sister had dropped me off at LAX for my return flight to Michigan… well… let’s just say that not all was well. At that point I was feeling a bit disconcerted to see the mechanics… right out the window… working on the very 767 that was supposed to fly me home. My only consolation was that the alert flight crew engineer had discovered the mechanical failure prior to take-off.

During that three hour long delay my mind had plenty of opportunity to flash back to… and dwell on… every airline disaster film I had ever seen… starting with the very first one… Fate Is the Hunter. Indeed, not all that many years after this 1964 production had left the big screen… it had “landed” in TV land’s Late Late Show time slot.

Well… thanks to YouTuber Allan Visser… just a couple of days ago, I got to watch Fate again and soon realized that what had impressed me about it way back then, still has the same effect on me today.

All in all, we discover a well written script, great casting, good character development, plenty of plot twists and turns and surprisingly convincing pre-CGI era special effects. Oh, there is one other worthy of mention detail… the plausible forensic investigative techniques that the characters employed in reconstructing the accident… up to the point where the dead pilot’s best friend (also a pilot)… along with the ill-fated Flight 22’s sole survivor… the flight attendant (who’s familiar with much of the disastrous cockpit events) take off in the exact same model jet… fly off on the identical heading and… and… and…

Well… uh… just in case you might be planning on watching this flick I’ll refrain from revealing too many details.

Yeah, I realize that what interests me will not necessarily interest you and even if it does, you might not have the luxury of spending 1 hour and 45 minutes out of your life to view it.

So… that’s why I’m linking to the FILM TRAILER (but be warned, viewing it can be a bit confusing considering the considerable number of film flashbacks).

I’m also providing an indisputable time saver, too… a link to the Wikipedia essay where it’ll only take about three minutes for you to read the entire film’s plot. I’m labeling this Wiki link SPOILER ALERT as a final warning to those who are planning on viewing the full film.

And speaking of the full film…

Captain Savage, our pilot, is completing his pre-flight checklist and is just about ready to head down the runway…