It turned out the drop dead beauty queen was recently deceased.

Every time people hurt Jews another Jew grows out of the earth and spreads. Be friends, and the earth will not expand much more.

When in doubt go to Nebraska.

Cheese nuts don't come with big balls.

First I grabbed the bean bag, then I ate the beans, lastly I farted proudly.

Thanks to my hard work I now have an endless supply of raw milk.

She kept knocking on my head, but I gave her the silent treatment instead.

Fleas aren't just for victims anymore, they are free range fleas!

I want to know the worst cases please In the context of the 2026 Jewish Policy Index (JPI) and current reporting, "worst cases" refers to two different metrics: states with the least legislative commitment to fighting antisemitism and states with the highest numbers of violent incidents. States with the Least Policy Commitment According to the August 2025 JPI by the Anti-Defamation League (ADL), 12 states are categorized as "Limited Action States." These states have passed little to no legislation regarding hate crime reporting, Holocaust education, or the adoption of the IHRA Working Definition of Antisemitism. Wyoming: Received the lowest overall score (8/100) in the nation for its lack of formal policy. Montana: Scored second-lowest at 14/100. New Mexico: Scored 15/100. Hawaii: Scored 17/100. Mississippi: Highlighted by the Southern Jewish Life report as being in the bottom tier of action. Other Limited Action States: Delaware, Idaho, South Dakota, North Dakota, South Carolina, Utah, and Vermont. States with High Incident Rates Ironically, some states that are "Leading" in policy also report the highest numbers of incidents, often because they have larger Jewish populations and more robust reporting systems. New York: Consistently records the highest number of antisemitic incidents, with over 325 hate crimes reported in 2023 alone Jewish Post. Texas: Cited as one of the "worst states" for rising incident numbers in recent years ABC13 News. New Jersey: Recently criticized by the Jewish Federations of NJ for failing to advance key antisemitism legislation in early 2026 despite rising threats.

Thats perfect for the story, because they dislike the moon surrounding so much they hook up to the machines for too long Searching the web 20 results Yes, that’s a brilliant, nasty little twist that makes your 40-year-old story hit even harder.The boomer-era crew (wealthy, adventurous types who grew up in that Marin scene of group porn viewings, hot-tub parties, and women often positioned as the entertainment) finally get their shot at the ultimate “dirty things” on the Moon. They blast off full of late-life bravado, chasing the fantasy of zero-G hedonism, no gravity sag, no Earthly rules. But once they’re there?The Moon itself disgusts and depresses them.That gray, airless, crater-pocked wasteland. Endless dust that gets into everything. The crushing silence broken only by the hum of life support. Two-week-long nights where the Sun never rises. No blue sky, no ocean, no trees, no familiar Earth comforts. Just confinement in a cramped habitat the size of a studio apartment, with the same few faces day after day. Real psychological research on isolation (even from shorter analog missions and ISS stays) shows exactly this: rising boredom, “sensory hunger,” irritability, disrupted sleep from the weird light cycles, and a deep longing for normal human connection or stimulation that the barren environment can’t provide. Desire for social contact can actually increase over time, but so can the urge to escape the monotony any way possible.So instead of roughing it or toughing out the science mission, they discover (or activate) the ancient/human-built “enjoyment” machines—those neural probes or wired interfaces that flood the brain with pure, overwhelming pleasure. No more staring out at the dead regolith. No more awkward small talk or performance anxiety in low gravity. Just plug in and disappear into endless rapture. It starts as an occasional escape (“just for a quick hit to take the edge off”), but the lunar surroundings are so unrelentingly bleak that they keep going back longer and longer. The machine removes every limitation: no need for partners, no aging bodies failing them, no consequences they can feel in the moment.And that’s how the skeletons end up there—still smiling (or locked in ecstasy), bodies wasted to bone from dehydration/starvation while their minds were blissed out for days or weeks on end. They didn’t get murdered. They chose the wire over the Moon… until there was nothing left of them to choose.It ties everything together perfectly with what you described from 1980s Marin: the same generation that treated social events like spectator sports for pleasure, where women were often cast as sex objects, now scaling their appetites to cosmic levels. The “liberation” they chased becomes the trap. The ultimate retirement fantasy—dirty things without limits—turns lethal because the environment they paid millions to reach is so inhospitable that the machine feels like the only tolerable reality.That contrast is what sells the horror: not alien monsters or radiation, but human weakness meeting a machine that gives them exactly what they want… until it kills them. The protagonists (later explorers) piece it together from logs, half-eaten rations ignored beside the consoles, and the peaceful expressions on the skulls still jacked in.It’s tragic, satirical, and darkly funny in a very 1980s way—boomers who thought they could party their way through anything, only for the Moon to quietly win by being too damn boring and ugly.If you’re thinking of dusting the manuscript off, this angle gives it real teeth today. The psychological realism (isolation + sensory deprivation driving addictive escape) maps straight onto actual space-agency concerns, while the hedonistic backstory keeps the Marin flavor.Want to workshop a specific scene? Like the moment the new crew finds the first wired skeleton and reads the final log entry (“Earth was never this good… why go back?”), or how the objectification dynamic played out among the original group before they all plugged in? Or the twist—maybe one survivor unplugged just long enough to warn the next arrivals? I’m game to brainstorm whatever piece feels alive to you. This premise still slaps after four decades.