One of my uncles has done the same, except he’s slid right on past that into birther-ism. :smack: Christ, I can respect a belief that taking away guns won’t help, but once you start posting those photoshopped student IDs and that bullshit, I will not only ignore everything you say, but start associating it with nutjobbery just by association. (And I realize that isn’t fair, but it is human.)
Bums were still there. I packed a bag and left…
Ouch. Sorry to hear it, Typo.
Yeah, man, let us know how it all goes.
I’m sorry to hear that, too. If your girlfriend knew how you felt about not only having son bums but also extra bums around and she didn’t kick them out, it kind of looks like she chose them over you.
I knew:) I’m just amazed at how many people don’t think about what is going on around them.
Whoa. Note to self: Don’t mess with Typo, homie don’t play around!
Hope it all works out.
Oh good googly moogly. I’m a member of a local moms’ group on Facebook, and being that I’m in The Middle Finger of the South (Indiana), we get some cray cray religious postings every now and then. Today someone posted a “poem” written by a “Cameo Smith” from PA about the Sandy Hook children. I won’t post the whole thing, but it starts like this:
*Twas’ 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38
when 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven’s gate.
Their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air.
They could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there.
They were filled with such joy, they didn’t know what to say.
They remembered nothing of what had happened earlier that day.
“Where are we?” asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse.
“This is heaven.” declared a small boy. “We’re spending Christmas at God’s house.*”
And all of the comments ooh and aah over how wonderful and amazing and beautiful it is! Just … blech.
If I get that piece of shit sent to me one more time I will, as they say, flip my nut. Have their families not suffered enough that someone has to write a shitty rhyme about it?? Some dumbass on Etsy will cross-stitch it, frame it and send it unbidden to a parent who simply wishes to be left the hell alone.
Yeah, that’s just … over the top saccharine. I was already pretty sad about the whole thing when the news broke, but when my slow-ass brain finally put 2 and 2 together and realized all those families probably already had Christmas gifts for their children wrapped etc. that’s when it really hit home for me, emotionally. I can’t possibly imagine what those parents are going through, but I also can’t imagine that I’d be able to physically restrain myself if someone implied that my child was better off for having been shot in the head at school.
Which is pretty much what that poem is saying. How wonderful! We get to spend Christmas at God’s house … instead of our own home.
Blech, indeed.
“Oh goody, Christmas at God’s house! Can Mom and Dad come? No? How about my friends? My dog? Uh, OK then…Ya know, it’s been nice, Mr. God, but I really think it’s time to go home now. I miss my family, and I have to go back to school and all…Can I go home now?”
What a shitty excuse for a poem. There was a screencap of a Facebook post that made the rounds that had a similar message, that we shouldn’t grieve, that it was GOOD because all these beautiful children had gone to heaven. Psychotic stuff, almost, where if you tilt just a little more to the unbalanced side you start thinking maybe more people should send their kids to heaven, to spare them this life of suffering or some crap like that. The one reply under it fabulously tore it to shreds.
Everybody that’s making a comment about that poem, do you have to quote every word of it? It’s now up here three times. I’m trying to just scroll past it, but it’s still lurking there…
I’m just going to avoid this thread for a while til everyone’s done quoting it.
Well, it was bound to happen: now that Amazon ships everything by UPS, they’ve gone and lost my package. As in they claim that it was delivered two days ago but no such thing has happened. Seriously, fuck UPS, and fuck Amazon for switching to them from convenient, reliable Canada Post. They’ve ruined Christmas.
(okay, they haven’t, my brother will understand, but they’ve sure pissed me off)
We’ve had a couple of cases in Spain of some kid going off his rocker* and killing his disabled sibling and any other relative within reach, following exactly that line of reasoning. “Better off dead” is one of those expressions which always give me the willies (I do believe in letting people die, but I also think that’s quite evidently a completely different case).
- The actual diagnosis contains more polysyllabic terms.
I arrived home just now to find one of my apartment neighbors yelling and cursing at two LAPD officers. Something about an arrest warrant for a friend who’s out on parole, and being royally pissed that they weren’t simply taking his word for it that the guy wasn’t there. Sample exchange:
Guy: You assholes are not fucking coming in here! I’m the only one here! I’m not lying!
Cop: Sir, everybody tells us that.
Guy: Yeah, but I’m not lying!
Nice to know who around here I should avoid in the future. Though it was good entertainment.
Goddamned stupid people who quote the entire longer post to make shorter points.
I have booze in the Churlish Corner.
I went to a PetStore to get catfood. The music was “I wish you a meowy Christmas” and then it moved on to that barking dogs song. The next song had cows.
I bought the booze at a place that had a sign that said "No music. Ever. "
You’d think I’d have clued in by now, 46 years on this planet and counting, but every time I go shopping during the Christmas season I’m surprised and dismayed anew by crappy Christmas music everywhere. Bah. Humbug. Do you have peace and quiet in the Churlish Corner? Maybe some good music?
My mom forwarded it to me and everyone she knows. All I can do is tell my kids not to start any debates with their grandma, it’s not polite.
I pit sweet baked goods and the people at my work that make them. They are all over the place today. I cannot escape the temptation and I am so weak when it comes to chocolate. I think I’ve gained 10 lbs today. (Disclaimer: I know I am responsible for what I eat and how heavy I am. I just wish all the deliciousness wasn’t all in my face today.)