But the Norwegian Resistance movement wanted

But the Norwegian Resistance movement wanted to keep going. The only problem was that they had nothing left to resist. They're chairman scanned the internet looking for something

in need of resisting. He stumbled across a Trekkie's blog. "The Borg are saying that we're futile," he said. "Let's teach 'em a lesson." The Resistance manned the Viking Shuttle

to lay the smack down on the Borg. Sure, they didn't have Janeway on them to really kick ass, but no Viking Shuttle-driving Resistance was gonna take alien cyborg smack talk.

But then Counselor Troi said, "I'm sensing insecurity Captain. The Borg cyberbullies to conceil a deep seated doubt about assimilating with us. I suggest you take a proactive appro

ach, as well as a diplomatic one. Don't forget to refer to Star Trek when speaking to him, to gain his trust."

As ambassador of the planet earth I hoped the alien appreciated my vulcan greeting. He looked at me quizzically and replied, "Nanu Nanu?"

I showed him a diagram of earth, showing the effects of Agenda 2030, and the alien was shocked. He gave me a book in Martian handwriting. I couldnt read it, and asked for a

stick of dynamite. After handing me the dynamite, we just stood there staring at each other for several moments. "Well? I need a light, too." The alien hesitantly handed me a

'smoking perils' waiver to sign, tied me up near the dynamite, lit the 60 second long-fuse, and scurried away. He ran to redeem the life insurance policy I had just stupidly signed