I’m not in business to explain anything to religious people. In fact, one of this things I dislike most about religious people is that they keep trying to explain things to me. I mock because it makes me happy. I wasn’t trying to “serve a purpose”. I was trying to mock.
Or there are plenty of replacement screens on eBay.
I read David Byrne’s book about music, “How Music Works,” and a theory he put forth in that book was that certain genres of music were designed to be played in certain venues/environments. Classical music was designed to be played in concert halls, for example. And he claims most modern hip-hop was meant to sound best played in cars.
I’m not trying to apologize for annoying idiots who blast rap music in cars, as it annoys me too. I’m just explaining one person’s theory as to one reason why it might happen.
Of course, there are many who argue rap music doesn’t sound good in any environment. 
Even tho some might call me a “Old Fogey” i actually enjoy some “Old School” Rap aka HipHop, where violence, cursewords and a antipathy to “bitches” were uncommon.
“Rapper’s Delight” “Rapture” and so forth.
There’s religious beliefs and there’s being an asshole.
Religious beliefs are the existence of a deity, the rituals for connecting with that deity, and the such.
Being an asshole is what you describe in the quoted paragraph.
Assholery should be mocked. Religion should be kept between oneself and one’s deity. And people need to treat each other nicely, like they asked us to in kindergarten.
I strongly object to “Rapture” being described as rap music. It is at best C rap.
Much of religion is assholery. It deserves to be mocked. I feel the Muslim woman in my local mall dressed head to toe in black on a hot summer day while the idiot man next to her struts in shorts showing off his hairy legs is just giving into sexist bullshit. I reserve the right to mock her and her dumb fuck spouse who should also dress the same way as his wife. Same thing with the idiot Hebrew school principal of my youth who sent me home for wearing pants under my skirt on a freezing winter day.
Mockery of religion is an age old tradition, one with very long roots in the world. Protestants mocked Catholics who in turn mocked them. Hindus mocked the belief system of Muslims who also mocked them back. And everyone mocked the Jews. I had hoped we were long past justifying violence as a response to such mockery.
You know what is asshole mockery in my opinion?
Muslims holding a holocaust denial contest. This offends me personally in ways I cannot begin to express. It is disgusting. They are mocking the murder of a million Jewish kids just like my little girls. I am so offended by this that a part of me wants to take the people who had anything to do with this and slam them against a fucking wall and smack them around for being brainless, tasteless, anti-Semitic assholes who are promoting hatred of Jews and historical lies that make Nazi scum look like decent human beings.
Yet I won’t. Because that would be wrong. Even more wrong than holocaust denial which I find beyond repulsive. We once had a world where people were burned at the stake for refusing to take communion or holding a secret mass with a priest in their own house. My own relatives fled Christians who tried to drag them into church and engaged in physical assault against them because they did not believe in the idea that a wafer was the body of some Jew who lived two thousand years ago or that this Jew was the son of god.
Let’s not let anyone bring that world back. That’s why they fled here. So that Pamela Geller, however repulsive and tasteless she is, could have the right to be in the public square without the threat of violence. This is not Saudi Arabia. It is not the Ireland of my husband’s relatives where women are shamelessly allowed to die from septic miscarriage. It is the United States of America where Geller can hurl nasty names at Mohammed, I can insult the pope and someone may even hold a holocaust denial contest all without being the target of violence.
If that’s not a worthy belief system, I fall to know what is.
Husband, you are really, really pushing it.
You got an email from the manager of the department of the brilliant company you temped at for a few months last year. In it, the manager is practically offering you a one year contract to work there again, but he also asked for an explanation of something as well. He quoted something as though copying and pasting from an email to another manager at this company. Apparently when you left that previous position you shot off a bridge-burning insult about the company to someone, and that someone forwarded it to your manager.
I can’t believe you’d do something that incredibly stupid. No, wait, that’s exactly like you. You just can’t wait to deliver a nasty, negative opinion, even if it means shooting yourself in the foot.
You deleted the email exchange discussing all this from our in-box, but not before I got a look at it.
God send that you get this job, because we desperately need it, but Jesus H. Christ I’m sick of you shooting off your mouth at your jobs.
Call center lady, I know you meant well but in the future please don’t end a conversation with “I hope you and your mother have a happy Mother’s Day.”
- I do not nor shall I ever have children.
- My mother–who I was very close to, by the way–died several years ago. It was not a good death.
- Fuck you.
I hate Mother’s Day.
Catamount, that reminds me of the time I made the mistake of walking into a Hallmark on the Saturday before Father’s Day to purchase an anniversary card. My father is dead, both grandfathers are long dead, and there are no male relatives or close friends who need to be acknowledged on that day. From the moment I walked into the store, I was bombarded with questions from their sales force demanding to know if I needed a Father’s Day card for a father, grandfather, new father, close friend, boss…I finally told them I just needed an anniversary card. “For your father or grandfather?” was the reply. :smack:
(Me) Weren’t there any cars in your price range without bullet holes in them?
(Friend) They’re just stickers, I bought it off some stupid kid, they peel off like… DUDE THERE IS AN ACTUAL BULLET HOLE UNDER THIS ONE WTF
Sorry, somehow I missed this until now. Thank you!
“Our” in-box? Is that a thing? I keep thinking about it and can’t imagine it working, for us at least.
I’ve seen plenty of “jamesandsusan@aolknockoff.com” type of email addresses.
Well, the worst we have expected has come to pass. My dad has cancer of the esophagus. Just a couple more days and I can head down to be with my parents as they go to the oncologist on Tuesday.
My mom is a breast cancer survivor (17 years in remission) so we are not quite strangers to cancer in this family, but oh, Lord. Today is also my dad’s birthday. Everything is kind of unreal at this point.
I’m sorry he had to get that kind of news on his own birthday. 
Best of luck to you and your folks.
ETA: The US Mothers Day is almost over and NOBODY wandered in to bitch about their crazy/self-centered/bitch mother?
She’s been dead for almost three years. I had to forgive her for my own sanity. No one, especially someone who isn’t even here anymore, should be allowed that much hold on another human being. Maybe we should have a separate Forgive Your Asshole Mother Day?
Goddammit, New England, we had our first 70 degree day less than a week ago. I saw snow still on the ground last Monday. My tulips just barely bloomed and the lilacs are still just thinking about it. So why was it 90 degrees today? Is it too much to ask for a couple of weeks between “Sunovabitch, it’s cold” and “Oh, yeah, humidity, I forgot about that.”
I brought a kitten home from work because she wasn’t thriving and I hoped to save her. She crashed out yesterday afternoon and I brought her back around. Same thing last night, but I couldn’t save her.
Poor little thing. Now I’m waiting for work to be open so I can take her little body back there. And then I have to call the people who had her on hold and were waiting for her to grow and tell them their kitten died.
I hate kittens. Horrible fragile little things. Puppies are much sturdier. Adults are even better.
Dropped my boy at daycare today and got an eyeful of the teacher’s ass crack. It seems to me that if you are going to be leaning over to pick up toddlers all day that you should wear pants that don’t show 6 inches of crack. Maybe this is where the “Mom Jeans” style started.