<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36465086</id><updated>2024-08-28T12:13:12.872-03:00</updated><category term="X-Box"/><category term="Arts Society"/><category term="Auction"/><category term="Donation"/><category term="Draw"/><category term="E-bay"/><category term="Justin bieber"/><category term="N-64"/><category term="Poetry Readings"/><category term="ethics"/><category term="handicapped"/><category term="rant"/><category term="swagot"/><title type='text'>Caffeinated Goodness</title><subtitle type='html'>This Blog is NOT politically correct!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>352</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36465086.post-5340455950788810196</id><published>2014-06-04T07:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2014-06-04T07:14:33.134-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bully </title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;We now live in a society where the word bully describes anyone who has an opposing opinion of yours, and voices it. Regardless of if it&#39;s just to tell you that the sweater you&#39;re wearing looks like it was designed by Helen Keller. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Bullying is in fact not making offhand comments directed to or at someone. It&#39;s genuine harassment. Harassment means the behavior happens MORE THAN ONE TIME or continually. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;People have opinions. That&#39;s why they are like assholes; they are pretty common. What ever happened to keeping out of people&#39;s business unless asked? What happened to sensibility?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;It&#39;s gone out the window. Kids are retarded... Oh I know; that was a slur against the &quot;differently abled&quot;. We now live in a society where we must justify what we say as well because God forbid someone be offended. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;It&#39;s one thing to harass someone personally for some abstract &quot;flaw&quot; they have, it&#39;s another to make a general comment. It&#39;s not bullying to make a general comment about the actions of today&#39;s youths; it&#39;s bullying to harass Jr. Sonofabitch Asshat because he&#39;s got a chronic eye glass wearing habit. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Nobody deserves to feel bad, but it&#39;s a fact of life that once in a while they will. I was called a bully because I said I wouldn&#39;t hire someone based on their spelling and grammar. I&#39;m not sure how that worked. The ad was &quot;will shovle ur roove, $250&quot; or something to that affect. My stance was &quot;if you can&#39;t be bothered to spell check your application to work for me how will I know you&#39;ll do a good job?&quot; Apparently spell check is hard to come by. The smart phone I&#39;m using now is doing it... but yeah, you&#39;re right. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;The point is that it&#39;s not bullying to call someone out on something like that. It would be bullying to say to them, &quot;you&#39;re bad at English and you should feel bad&quot; and continue to harass that person about their inability to construct sentences with proper spelling and grammar. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;It&#39;s sad when people cause others to feel like the only way out is suicide... it&#39;s also sad that people can&#39;t suck it up. But with the apparent inability to turn social media off that our generation and the next has I think it&#39;ll get worse before it gets better. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;A place of nonsensical rhetorical jabbering... and what not&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/feeds/5340455950788810196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36465086/5340455950788810196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/5340455950788810196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/5340455950788810196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/2014/06/bully.html' title='Bully '/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36465086.post-6857067098819772373</id><published>2014-02-13T17:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2014-02-13T17:14:47.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were just 14% more male. </title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: #edeff4; color: #333333; display: inline !important; float: none; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11px/14.07px &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;&quot;&gt;How many ways are there to define gender? I mean realistically there are 2 genders no matter how you came about being whatever gender you happen to subscribe to. Nobody says, &quot;I&#39;m 2/15 male.&quot; I really don&#39;t care what anyone has to say on the matter. There are only 2 genders, until someone other than some #lgtbq crusader comes to me with more specimens than HUMANATY to fall back on this will be my opinion. You were born something and your sexual identity was originally defined by a YAY or NAY on the Y chromosome. Maybe you feel like you should be the other gender and decided to make that awkward, painful, and expensive journey to become what you feel you are... when you&#39;re done you&#39;ll be the other. You&#39;re not any fraction of the other gender. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: #edeff4; color: #333333; display: inline !important; float: none; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11px/14.07px &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;&quot;&gt;Facebook (fuck I hate facebook) has decided to get on the PC bandwagon and give people the option of choosing their gender as in something between the 2. Mine hasn&#39;t updated yet, which is &quot;tragic&quot;(?) I guess. It&#39;s also a (new) sin to say &quot;I&#39;m a heterosexual male&quot; (or at least it will be) since identifying myself as anything other than a black and white definition of my sexual and gender persona is EVIL and bigoted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: #edeff4; color: #333333; display: inline !important; float: none; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11px/14.07px &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: #edeff4; color: #333333; display: inline !important; float: none; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 11px/14.07px &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;&quot;&gt;We now need to pander to people. If not it&#39;s bullying. Here&#39;s a clue, unless someone is directly sharing that with you it&#39;s 0% your fucking business and if they do share just accept that and move on if you&#39;re not able to relate to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;A place of nonsensical rhetorical jabbering... and what not&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/feeds/6857067098819772373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36465086/6857067098819772373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/6857067098819772373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/6857067098819772373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/2014/02/if-i-were-just-14-more-male.html' title='If I were just 14% more male. '/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36465086.post-851462905554628677</id><published>2013-09-15T14:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2014-06-04T07:22:00.189-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="handicapped"/><title type='text'>Honk if You Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I was told that it&#39;s discrimination to honk at motorized scooters that people use for mobility. I mean, I guess. If by that logic I&#39;m feeding you KFC, Watermelon, and Kool-aid because of your skin colour and not because you&#39;re hungry and that&#39;s what I&#39;m serving. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;The law (apparently) recognizes them under similar circumstances as a bicycle or horse drawn carriage. This means you&#39;re supposed to sound a warning blast when passion them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;So is that legalized discrimination or just courtesy. I say that since it doesn&#39;t fall or follow the definition of the word that the person who called me ignorant on Facebook for honking with no remorse is a fucking moron and so is her invalid family member who is apparently scared of a quick blast of a horn. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;They can freely suck my dick and call the police while I laugh at them. Tell you what, launch a lawsuit because honking violates your fundamental human rights and promotes hate… because #Yolo I&#39;m pretty sure that NOWHERE in the universal declaration of human rights does being honked at come into play and I&#39;d rather be told &quot;hey I&#39;m coming up behind you&quot; than to be surprised that &quot;holy shit a car just passed me&quot;. We all know Priuses are devilishly sneaky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;A place of nonsensical rhetorical jabbering... and what not&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/feeds/851462905554628677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36465086/851462905554628677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/851462905554628677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/851462905554628677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/2013/09/honk-if-you-hate.html' title='Honk if You Hate'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36465086.post-3236972548570117958</id><published>2013-08-14T17:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2014-06-04T07:15:11.081-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine a World </title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Gay people are bullies too, they&#39;re just like you. Except they&#39;re gay. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Look I get that you&#39;re butthurt about Russia&#39;s anti-homosexuality laws that say that you (foreigners going to the Olympics) have no right to hold gay pride rallies or spread propaganda about homosexuality. I mean the fact that a country that&#39;s NOT yours with a governmental body you DIDN&#39;T vote for has different laws than yours happens to have and that body shares different beliefs than you is probably crazy, right? &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Imagine, the audacity of someone in a government that you wouldn&#39;t care about otherwise saying something isn&#39;t acceptable. Why not start a war or something? &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;I know, simply obey the rules and don&#39;t spread &quot;propaganda&quot; or have pride rallies while in Russia at the Olympics. I&#39;m sorry you&#39;ll have to &quot;hide&quot;, but it&#39;s really getting out of hand. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Until we don&#39;t have to worry about this whole &quot;give a shit about what people do with their genitals&quot; kick we&#39;re on there will be people like the Russian president. Perhaps he&#39;s just tired of it though. Perhaps the rules were put in place because NOBODY NEEDS TO KNOW UNLESS YOU&#39;RE PLANNING ON ACTUALLY (consensually) FUCKING THEM. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;There&#39;s no reason to start sending homoerotica or make threats to or anything of that nature to because someone doesn&#39;t share your liberal worldview. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;If you are against bullying, and you&#39;re being the kind of person who sends shit to the fucking Kremlin harassing the Russian President (who I&#39;m sure you&#39;re applauding for the Snowden thing) than you should consider suicide. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;A place of nonsensical rhetorical jabbering... and what not&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/feeds/3236972548570117958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36465086/3236972548570117958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/3236972548570117958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/3236972548570117958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/2013/08/bullys.html' title='Imagine a World '/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36465086.post-9114756042956934757</id><published>2013-08-11T14:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2013-08-11T14:28:29.247-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Justin bieber"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rant"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="swagot"/><title type='text'>Justin Fucking Bieber</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Listen you little piece of shit! We don&#39;t know each other but I know more about you than I care to. I heard your 19th birthday was &quot;the worst&quot; well let me tell you about my 29th, you little pre-millennial cock sucker. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;I worked a 12 hour shift at a French Fry factory. Lucky for me I get all the free fries I can eat. Happy fucking birthday. That shift started at 7am, meaning I had to be up at 6. I&#39;m sure you got up a little later for yours since you don&#39;t have a real job. I worked my 12 hour shift and came home. Not to friends or family and cake but to an empty house, 3 beer, and a pizza. At least I got some cards though. Oh and a letter from revenue Canada saying they kept my tax refund (something I&#39;m sure you&#39;ll never worry about) because I can&#39;t fucking afford to pay for shit like student loans (something your uneducated little mind doesn&#39;t worry about&amp;#8230; Mr.Enough-percent-Indian).&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;My girlfriend is in the states so I couldn&#39;t even be with her; But at least I didn&#39;t fuck up Selina Gomez. Maybe you really are gay. My friends messaged me on Facebook and I pretty much just drank and went to bed. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;But yeah I can totally see how not being allowed into a club on the other side of the world because your entourage isn&#39;t legally allowed to drink; but having the ability to take them literally anywhere on earth&amp;#8230; or spend time with your family&amp;#8230;or any number of retarded fanatics would make your 19th birthday the worst. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Fuck you! I hope your sports car catches fire while you&#39;re trying to outrun someone trying to kick your ass in a road rage frenzy. Next time you meet a world leader, dress for it. Someday you will wake up and realize that your only accomplishment is overcoming being middle class in a HAVE province of one of the richest countries on the planet. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p dir=ltr&gt;Get prison raped!&lt;/p&gt;
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I&#39;m going to go out on a limb and assume that if Homosexuals know where their UNION (marriage) is recognized (legal) they know WHERE the divorce laws would also apply to them. We can assume they aren&#39;t completely retarded since this whole marriage thing is something they have been fighting for for what seems like 300,000 years. They aren&#39;t going to go to &quot;Marry-Y&#39;er-Cousin&quot; Arkansas where they still call blacks &quot;boy&quot; and hope to get a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;
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But NOOOO; CBS news feels it&#39;s necessary to point it out after the question &quot;will there be a flood of Same Sex Marriage?&quot; Where the fuck do they get these anchors and stories like this?&lt;br /&gt;
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People know where what they are doing is legal. They know where certain laws apply to them. The difference between a gay couple and a straight couple is they have the SAME XY/ XX pairing. It&#39;s not rocket science. I guess it is if you&#39;re CBS.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you want to marry, marry. If you want to divorce, divorce. Do I have to care? NO! And h&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cracked.com/quick-fixes/a-30-second-guide-to-how-gay-marriage-ruling-affects-you/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;ere&#39;s proo&lt;/a&gt;f.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align=&quot;LEFT&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 0.48cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt;&quot;&gt;For
the Men Who Still Don’t Get It&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt;&quot;&gt;By
Carol Diehl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt;&quot;&gt;Sculpture
- Ron Mueck&#39;s &quot;Big Man&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt;&quot;&gt;What
if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt;&quot;&gt;all
women were bigger and stronger than you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt;&quot;&gt;and
thought they were smarter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if&lt;br /&gt;women were the ones who
started wars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if&lt;br /&gt;too many of your friends had been
raped by women wielding giant dildos&lt;br /&gt;and no K-Y Jelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What
if&lt;br /&gt;the state trooper&lt;br /&gt;who pulled you over on the New Jersey
Turnpike&lt;br /&gt;was a woman&lt;br /&gt;and carried a gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if&lt;br /&gt;the
ability to menstruate&lt;br /&gt;was the prerequisite for most high-paying
jobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if&lt;br /&gt;your attractiveness to women depended&lt;br /&gt;on
the size of your penis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if&lt;br /&gt;every time women saw
you&lt;br /&gt;they&#39;d hoot and make jerking motions with their hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What
if&lt;br /&gt;women were always making jokes&lt;br /&gt;about how ugly penises
are&lt;br /&gt;and how bad sperm tastes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if&lt;br /&gt;you had to explain
what&#39;s wrong with your car&lt;br /&gt;to big sweaty women with greasy
hands&lt;br /&gt;who stared at your crotch&lt;br /&gt;in a garage where you are
surrounded&lt;br /&gt;by posters of naked men with hard-ons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What
if&lt;br /&gt;men&#39;s magazines featured cover photos of 14-year-old
boys&lt;br /&gt;with socks tucked into the front of their jeans&lt;br /&gt;and
articles like: &quot;How to tell if your wife is unfaithful&quot;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What
your doctor won&#39;t tell you about your prostate&quot;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&quot;The
truth about impotence&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if&lt;br /&gt;the doctor who
examined your prostate was a woman&lt;br /&gt;and called you &quot;Honey&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What
if&lt;br /&gt;you had to inhale your boss&#39;s stale cigar breath&lt;br /&gt;as she
insisted that sleeping with her&lt;br /&gt;was part of the job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What
if&lt;br /&gt;you couldn&#39;t get away because&lt;br /&gt;the company dress code
required&lt;br /&gt;you wear shoes&lt;br /&gt;designed to keep you from running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And
what if&lt;br /&gt;after all that&lt;br /&gt;women still wanted you&lt;br /&gt;to love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
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All men aren&#39;t bigger and stronger than
all women. They aren&#39;t all smarter, or more technical. Some women are
pigs. Some women have taken their equality and instead of using it
for liberation they have made a mockery of their cause. Some men
legitimately are smarter than women. Some women are smarter than men.
And furthermore some people who think they are smarter, ARE!&lt;/div&gt;
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Women are not forced to wear shoes they
can&#39;t run away in (whatever that means). There are articles in
magazines that introduce the idea of how to tell if a woman is being
unfaithful. The “what if” points are fairly moot and even in
hypothesis stupid. Are we to assume that men are going to be the
submissive gender or are they carrying on the roles they are now. 
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Let&#39;s dissect the rest of this blather!
Paragraph 3: it&#39;s not like women haven&#39;t been involved in, couldn&#39;t
have started or haven&#39;t started wars. Some of the most fearsome women
in the world were warriors. Catherine the Great, Cleopatra, Joan of
Arc, Margaret Thatcher. Women are still capable of being cruel and
violent. They are people, it&#39;s nature. Have you ever met a wife who
is or thinks she&#39;s been crossed. It&#39;s a war. 
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#3- Are people REALLY being raped with
dildos? I get that there&#39;s a rape culture that we&#39;re all “scared”
of but if we&#39;re to assume that men are taking their same roles then
we have to assume that they will fight back. Rape isn&#39;t something
that should happen to anyone but I somehow doubt that any single
person in any reality could hold someone down and dry-fuck them with
a plastic dick. Mostly because you&#39;d need a hand to position it and I
don&#39;t know of anyone who wouldn’t go kicking. 
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#4 Well I&#39;ve never been to New Jersey,
but I assume that ALL State Troopers carry firearms no matter their
gender. I&#39;m also 30% sure within 1 Standard Deviation that there
aren&#39;t any regulations saying women can&#39;t carry guns, or be officers
of the law. 
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#5 I can only think of ONE situation
where the ability to menstruate would be the prerequisite for ANY
job, high paying or otherwise... Grizzly Bear lurer. On what planet
does the stuff that comes from your crotch factor into job selection?
Maybe it comes from being Canadian or being on a union or something
but qualification is from experience, not experience in the feminine
hygiene section of the pharmacy either. I mean, women probably aren&#39;t
selected for gay porno because they are women... but other than that
I&#39;m not seeing a correlation. 
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#6 In some cases it does. Women laugh
at men&#39;s penile size as much as men laugh at cup size. Hell MEN do it
to each other. How often do you see male strippers with small dicks?
Oh and don&#39;t get me started on women jilling off over guys who have
chiseled “godlike” physiques. Yeah, no, MEN are the pigs. 2
words, Channing Tatum! 
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#7 Women don&#39;t have penises so I&#39;m not
sure what they would be “Jerking” at. Maybe they have some kind
of palsy. It&#39;d be sort of funny to see someone rubbing their pussy at
me. I mean, it&#39;d look like you were trying to be “gangster”. 
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#8 Penises are ugly. We all know it.
And some vaginae aren&#39;t the most attractive thing on the planet.
Sometimes women neglect to properly bathe their nether regions...
sometimes it&#39;s blatant. Genitals aren&#39;t really that gorgeous. I&#39;m
sure sperm also tastes bad. It doesn&#39;t look like it&#39;s super
delicious... but neither are freshly pissed from pussies. 
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#9 The conversation would go like, “My
car is  ____________”. However I&#39;d be smart enough to have it
serviced somewhere I felt comfortable on a regular basis. Those
pin-ups you&#39;re talking about usually only show breasts anyway and are
generally not found in garages that are frequented by a vast majority
of the public. I&#39;m not saying they are in good taste to be on display
at a business, but one must pick their battles. Also, my penis isn&#39;t
on display. I don&#39;t go out of my way to show it to people. I&#39;m sure
if it WERE someone would stare at it since it&#39;s not normal for a
penis to be OUT in public...&lt;/div&gt;
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#10 I&#39;m sure, somewhere, there are
magazines with “enhanced” male genitalia. Women’s magazines
don&#39;t feature 14 year old girls (not in North America anyway), Teen
Magazines do and they are generally covered... I&#39;m sure, regardless,
that there are women working at those magazines. There are articles
that say things like “how to tell if your wife is unfaithful”,”What
your doctor won&#39;t tell you about your prostate”and “the truth
about impotence”. There are medical journals too. 
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#11 You&#39;ve never been in a place where
“dear” isn&#39;t something you just call your significant other, have
you? Plus I&#39;m sure there aren&#39;t that many doctors in 2013 that call
patients “honey” unless it&#39;s a spousal relationship. 
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#12 Are we really on a planet where
smoking in the workplace is acceptable? Are we assuming also that
people haven&#39;t risen above workplace sexual harassment? Besides, I&#39;m
not sure there are that many guys who wouldn&#39;t have sex with their
boss if she insisted. But in this WORLD you&#39;ve made up men are the
“oppressed” gender. 
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#13 I&#39;m not sure I get this. No woman
is required by any place of work ANYWHERE (well maybe porn) to wear
uncomfortable or impractical shoes. Are you saying that because of a
fashion choice women are oppressed? They are doing it to themselves. 
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#14 Women are NOT forced to love men.
We&#39;ve even given you the equal opportunity to hate MEN. Humanity is
the problem, not gender differences. Deep down we all want to be
loved. 
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Dear Incumbent, Future Prime Minister of Canada:&lt;br /&gt;
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As a member of the citizenry of Canada I would like to say that I literally don&#39;t care about the seal hunt. There are parts of it that could be altered to make it more humane however, otherwise I could care less. Please use your political powers to insure I don&#39;t have to hear about it in the media.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Dear everyone,&lt;br /&gt;
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When you are wrong about something and someone points it out with their own legal advice to back it up, your next line should NOT be well my lawyer says I&#39;m right. One of those people is wrong and then the rules of the internet apply. Generally accepted as rule 32: &quot;pictures or it didn&#39;t happen&quot; this rule is as true in the court system as on the internet. You have to be able to back shit up. And when most of the research is from a website make sure it&#39;s credible and don&#39;t quote things that point out that you&#39;re wrong and say, &quot;here&#39;s why I&#39;m right&quot;, feel free to read shit.&lt;br /&gt;
The second part of my letter to you involves making sure you&#39;re not making shit up that can be easily disproved by silly little things like bank and credit card statements. When someone has a card that has not been active since early 2008 coming at them with &quot;I have credit card statements that show you ______________&quot; is probably going to turn around and cause people to laugh at you. Especially when the item would have to be signed for... for example a hotel room. &lt;/div&gt;
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Here’s the thing. I’m all for equality. We’re all human. So why are we getting all Butthurt over sexual orientations? Why is this a big deal? It’s blown out or proportion way more than it needs to be, especially in the last 5-10 years. Why? Because the queers want to get married. I say let them. I say let’s all get married! We’re all entitled to be miserable with one special person for the rest of our lives so why not with someone who has the same things between their legs as we do. Honestly, who is being affected by this in the long run? Nobody! That’s who!&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Why do I have to care what turns your genitals on? I don’t? Okay so why is it that I can’t have a parade to showcase my heterosexuality but your fag float can flutter freely in a fairy pride parade? Because of sentences like that one, eh?! Well that’s free speech. I have to tolerate you saying that your sexuality is SO IMPORTANT and magical that you can have a&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.funnyjunk.com/funny_pictures/4628093/Gay+Pride/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; parade about it.&lt;/a&gt; I want to see the float that says “in recognition of the people who are homosexual but shit like this is beneath them” or “in recognition of the people whose gender and sexuality isn’t something they really feel it necessary to celebrate because they have meaningful lives.” Those are the true champions of the LGBT community.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I also get a kick out of black people. Not all of them. Some are just plain stupid and go full retard about it. I mean, I can name like 5 black people in contemporary history that have made a difference for the good of humanity. Granted there are some really shitty white people and Asians too… but it’s sad when there’re only a handful of blacks who make a positive different in today’s world. However, I can think of all kinds who are famous for the WRONG reasons. Chris Brown, Tiger Woods… real NIGGERS. That being said, I hate white people too. Honey boo boo, Nickleback, and what’s a western Canadian word for little queer kid who acts too big for his panties… ah yes Bieber.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Homosexuals are just as guilty as heterosexuals, and blacks are just as guilty as whites of being assholes to each other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And people who are TRANSGENDER going into a bathroom... Okay, honestly, who&#39;s looking? Nobody that&#39;s who. There&#39;s going to be one of 2 outcomes to this transgendering. One, a separate bathroom which will promote discrimination which we ALL need more of or 2 a unisex bathroom where in which the only obligation you need to meet in order to enter is you are going to use a restroom. I think we all know which outcome is more likely.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;A place of nonsensical rhetorical jabbering... and what not&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/feeds/3589020247550862320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36465086/3589020247550862320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/3589020247550862320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/3589020247550862320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/2013/06/the-queers.html' title='The Queers'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36465086.post-5204618059949267505</id><published>2012-12-08T19:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-12-08T19:35:40.055-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to North Kore...anada.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Nowhere but, NOWHERE in Canada is it illegal to own a firearm. However in Ontario you had better not let anyone hint that you might have one. Most logically minded people would take a minute and ask a question or 2... but not in Ontario. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;A place of nonsensical rhetorical jabbering... and what not&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/feeds/5204618059949267505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36465086/5204618059949267505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/5204618059949267505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/5204618059949267505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/2012/12/welcome-to-north-koreanada.html' title='Welcome to North Kore...anada.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36465086.post-7126728571154300082</id><published>2012-12-08T19:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-12-08T19:35:10.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A few days before the end</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s been forever since I posted anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to rant about? Well there&#39;s the most recent election. Mitt Romney lost. NO surprise there. Romney reminded me of one of those butthurt losers who got about as much sense of reality as a dog a sense of how&amp;nbsp;algebra&amp;nbsp;works. I&#39;m glad he lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the idiots that wanted to leave the union would have been able to. America could use another&amp;nbsp;civil&amp;nbsp;war to free them from the evils of socialized medicine and communist&amp;nbsp;Islamic&amp;nbsp;Kenyan&amp;nbsp;Nazis&amp;nbsp;like Obama. I wish I lived in Romney&#39;s middle class though. If I did I&#39;d be making more than 200,000 dollars a year. Anyone who can&#39;t live on that kind of annual income is free to give it to me. No?&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;A place of nonsensical rhetorical jabbering... and what not&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/feeds/7126728571154300082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36465086/7126728571154300082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/7126728571154300082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/7126728571154300082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/2012/12/a-few-days-before-end.html' title='A few days before the end'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36465086.post-8101232446814904834</id><published>2012-03-30T18:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-03-30T18:10:20.242-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak my language or go home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;What a statement to make. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;commentBody&quot; data-jsid=&quot;text&quot;&gt;&quot;when I go eat Chinese or  Mexican.....and they talk to each other on purpose in their native  tongue....just so I can&#39;t understand.  Arggg..  speak American, or go  home.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;commentBody&quot; data-jsid=&quot;text&quot;&gt;Now, I&#39;ve never been to the states and I really don&#39;t care if I do go. I make no secret of the distain that I have for some of the cultural quirks of &quot;the greatest nation on earth&quot;. However, I have been to the other side of the world and from that experience I know that of someone speaks another language to someone else, in your presence, it&#39;s not always to slight you or exclude you. Perhaps they are more comfortable speaking their own language and when they find someone similar to them, linguistically, they speak that language rather than muddle through in English; however broken. You&#39;re not so important that someone needs to make sure you should understand them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;commentBody&quot; data-jsid=&quot;text&quot;&gt;Sometimes people do use their native language to be rude to you, but that&#39;s their problem and really not something you need to be worried about. I always said to my kids in Korea, &quot;if you&#39;re not speaking a language that I can understand then calling me names doesn&#39;t affect me...&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;commentBody&quot; data-jsid=&quot;text&quot;&gt;&quot;...or go home...&quot; is the tragically ignorant part of the statement. It implies that the person, who may very well be a landed immigrant or a natural citizen of the USA, isn&#39;t welcome there because they don&#39;t speak &quot;American (whatever language that is)&quot; when they do, in fact, call America &quot;home&quot;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;commentBody&quot; data-jsid=&quot;text&quot;&gt;Oh wait I have some Idea of what &quot;American&quot; sounds like. &quot;Durr y&#39;all neegros best be gettun offen my land or I&#39;ma call d&#39;immigration on ya&#39;ll.&quot; No? That was ignorant? Oh, I&#39;m sorry... maybe you should speak MY language or go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;A place of nonsensical rhetorical jabbering... and what not&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/feeds/8101232446814904834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36465086/8101232446814904834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/8101232446814904834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/8101232446814904834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/2012/03/speak-my-language-or-go-home.html' title='Speak my language or go home'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36465086.post-3739301340810493719</id><published>2012-02-08T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T20:29:41.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here&#39;s a Hint</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Turns out people are not going to University and are taking other means of post secondary education, and the powers that be are wondering WHY.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well there are a few reasons:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuition is disgustingly high. 50,000 dollars for a domestic B.A. in Canada, plus student loan interest, mean student debt that could otherwise be used to buy a rather nice car or half a house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;A lot of jobs offer on the job training or will train you for the job you&#39;re applying for. Take mine for instance; they will literally pay me to train to be something else if I get a posting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;We are in need of trades people just as much as other &quot;highly skilled workers&quot; and with the population of &quot;highly skilled workers&quot; going up to 75 years old in some cases that expensive piece of paper on a wall isn&#39;t significant when you&#39;re looking forward to being a wage slave afterward. Trades pay well and take less money to get.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;A Bachelors degree today is the same as a High School diploma was 30 years ago. And, in most cases they, like high school, do not adequately prepare students for the real world. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;There are a tonne of alternative courses one can take where they can specialize in an area of interest without the annoyance of a major.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;University no more guarantees you a job than holding an egg brands you a vandal. Also, governments cannot guarantee that you will get a job within your field in most cases. The programs that do guarantee a job make it short term and only as incentive for them paying your way through. Exceptions to the rule include the military who, on most cases will take you for the rest of your life if you like.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;So, maybe if there was some way of fixing some of those gaping problems people would go back to university. I wish I had something useful hanging on my wall...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;A place of nonsensical rhetorical jabbering... and what not&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/feeds/3739301340810493719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36465086/3739301340810493719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/3739301340810493719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/3739301340810493719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/2012/02/heres-hint.html' title='Here&#39;s a Hint'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36465086.post-6836487366902146139</id><published>2012-02-05T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T16:29:40.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>0 + 0 = common sense?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/new-brunswick/story/2012/02/04/nb-bullied-teen-school.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;This article from the CBC&lt;/a&gt; was on my Facebook today. it&#39;s a story of how a kid in Fredricton was driven to cut himself in order to cope with his, apparently grace-impaired, ex girlfriend&#39;s harassment in school. I see bullying and harassment as something that just doesn&#39;t make a whole lot of sense. I also think there&#39;s a few parts to the problem. &lt;span class=&quot;commentBody&quot; data-jsid=&quot;text&quot;&gt;One part of the problem is that  schools can&#39;t do anything. This is an age of 0 accountability + 0  tolerance. It&#39;s an age were we&#39;ve taken the right to discipline away  from those in authority and left people to follow common sense. On top  of that we tell people, &quot;talk to and about each other&quot; but &quot;don&#39;t spy on  each other&quot; and &quot;make sure you tell on each other&quot;. Students are  inundated with social media of all kinds and given easy to hide mediums  on which to say things and do things to one another.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;commentBody&quot; data-jsid=&quot;text&quot;&gt;We give people tools and don&#39;t show them how to use them responsibly. Kids, and adults, are told that there&#39;s nothing anyone (including the police) can do. Then when someone DOES something the offending person get&#39;s indignant and claims they didn&#39;t know what they were doing o that their actions were hurting anyone. As I said, 0 accountability.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;commentBody&quot; data-jsid=&quot;text&quot;&gt;Is this all in the name of some twisted sense of freedom? Do people get their jollies off doing this stuff? When we do punish someone for something we usually try to find some sort of justification for them. Tiger Woods had one extra girl for every day of the month- sex addict... Some people are legitimately sick but the ones who are just cruel and stupid have no justification. And nobody can do anything. The education system is like a paper tiger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;commentBody&quot; data-jsid=&quot;text&quot;&gt;I realize that teenage girls are all fragile and whatnot, but why aren&#39;t we dealing with teenagers like young adults and giving them the tools to cope with things in constructive ways? Well, that&#39;s the thing... they are being given constructive ways to deal with things but they are choosing not to use them. The school has a Guidance Counselor. Why on Earth didn&#39;t the girl go there? Probably the social stigma of going. Funny thing is, the job of guidance counselor replaced school nurse for pretty much the same reason they had a school nurse. People&#39;s fragile little minds were being hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;commentBody&quot; data-jsid=&quot;text&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;It used to take a village to raise a child, now it takes a global village. The problem is, the only village that kids listen to now-a-days is kind of like the town of &quot;little lamplight&quot; in Fallout 3. Run by kids, for kids, and if you&#39;re a grownup you&#39;re not to be trusted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;A place of nonsensical rhetorical jabbering... and what not&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/feeds/6836487366902146139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36465086/6836487366902146139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/6836487366902146139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/6836487366902146139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/2012/02/0-0-common-sense.html' title='0 + 0 = common sense?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36465086.post-3485239015904290598</id><published>2012-02-04T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T16:44:11.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;People,&lt;br /&gt;
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Stop being retarded. Seriously! I mean in the past 2 months I&#39;ve been deleted from Facebook by 2 people for perfectly normal behavior. I guess I didn&#39;t realize &quot;liking&quot; or commenting on a status wasn&#39;t something one does when you post something on a social medium that you&#39;ve allowed someone else to see. I guess mentioning that I know someone and that it&#39;s a small world that they know someone from a small university like the one I went to is creepy. Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t understand people. I had someone comment on a friends status that they &quot;flung&quot; me &quot;like 10 feet across the mall&quot;, which I suppose is completely accurate except fling isn&#39;t the correct verb. I would say, push, is the right verb. And considering I was already walking in the direction I was (apparently) flung, and the person took a running start I would think it&#39;s simply a matter of momentum carrying the force from one object in motion to another which was going slower... but yeah I was flung. Idiot! At least I made his friend question his sexuality.&lt;br /&gt;
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Unlike one of the people I followed for a couple months on Twitter (one of the same people who deleted me from Facebook) I am not in love with this crappy little sand bar. I could care less if it sank. I get a kick out of those people here who are so excited about PEI that they could rub one out to the flag. I&#39;m as patriotic as I can be, but PEI sucks.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;A place of nonsensical rhetorical jabbering... and what not&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/feeds/3485239015904290598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36465086/3485239015904290598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/3485239015904290598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/3485239015904290598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-2012.html' title='Happy 2012'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36465086.post-8009318618605263456</id><published>2011-12-04T18:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T18:01:25.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Winds of Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Did you know that there are conditions that makes it impossible to change a flag? Apparently if the wind blows more than 2kph it&#39;s impossible to change a flag. I had an interesting conversation with someone who had basically that opinion.&lt;br /&gt;
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In November of this year I was driving to and from work on the Veteran&#39;s Highway here on PEI and noticed that there was someone flying not one but 3 destroyed flags. One U.S. with 50 stars and the stripes under them but the rest gone, a Canadian flag with one red stripe, and a Nova Scotian flag with half of the blue X missing. For some reason no PEI flag which I thought weird for someone flying flags on PEI but whatever. I thought to myself, &quot;that&#39;s terrible, I hope they change those soon. And they really need to learn what order to fly flags in.&lt;br /&gt;
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Remembrance day came and went and I traveled to and from work biting my tongue as I sped past the same house at 90km/h... on the 14th (that day it snowed) on my way home from work I saw the homeowner taking out his garbage. This was my chance... I stopped my car and got out and approached as friendly as I could, and said, &quot; I&#39;m sorry to be such an ass-hole on such a beautiful day, but can you change your flags? My grandfather fought in WWII, each of those flags means something to someone in my family, and they have been flying since before the 11th. &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The response was, &quot; If the wind ever dies down I&#39;ll change them...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
I almost laughed, almost cried... then he said, &quot;my uncle fought in WWII too, and if you&#39;re worried about things like patriotism you should petition to have our flags made in Canada and not in China.&quot; I didn&#39;t know what to say. I know that I hope Santa brings him new flags. &lt;br /&gt;
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The thing of it is; you can change a flag in the wind. You can take them down, you can put them up. It&#39;s their job to deal with air currents. What you can&#39;t do is fly them when they are desecrated. It&#39;s no honour to anyone who&#39;s ever fought for what those symbols represent. It&#39;s actually pretty insulting. &lt;br /&gt;
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Change your flags. If they are tattered, retire them. The internet can show you how. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;A place of nonsensical rhetorical jabbering... and what not&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/feeds/8009318618605263456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36465086/8009318618605263456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/8009318618605263456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/8009318618605263456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/2011/12/winds-of-change.html' title='Winds of Change'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36465086.post-172540765619467500</id><published>2011-10-15T16:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T16:52:39.230-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Nice to Name Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;It&#39;s not nice to call someone a &quot;piece of shit&quot; on the internet or in real life. Usually when someone tells you that they don&#39;t care if you think they are, and you have nothing to back it up (i.e. have given no tangible examples), they aren&#39;t going to get all butt-hurt over it. They may blog about it but outside of that your opinion of them doesn&#39;t matter. They are just telling their blog that you&#39;re irrelevant to them. &lt;br /&gt;
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When you do it on and online forum you&#39;re just being a troll and the same in real life situations. The funny thing about one on one interactions online (like on facebook) people traditionally know who you are and in some cases where you live. It&#39;s probably not wise when someone knows where you live to threaten them. The best case scenario is that they assert themselves and tell you that you&#39;re not welcome to speak to them that way... or, they go to your house with someone bigger, or they get someone in a blue shirt to do the talking for them. You know, the guys with guns on their belt.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have very little patience for people who don&#39;t know how to govern what they say to others. If you don&#39;t like someone that&#39;s fine. If you didn&#39;t like them from day one nobody is making you be nice to them. Polite, sure. Tolerant, perhaps. But when you make someone feel like they are your friend that&#39;s on you. Don&#39;t offer to do things or perpetuate things if you&#39;re insincere about it because chances are when you tell that person later that they are a piece of shit it looks worse on you than it does on them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;A place of nonsensical rhetorical jabbering... and what not&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/feeds/172540765619467500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36465086/172540765619467500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/172540765619467500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/172540765619467500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/2011/10/not-nice-to-name-call.html' title='Not Nice to Name Call'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36465086.post-8838147061797186557</id><published>2011-10-04T13:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T13:09:45.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Before Throwing Rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;People who live in glass houses shouldn&#39;t throw stones. Neither should one cast stones when the target has ammunition to throw back. Regardless, one is whatever someone says they are and if nobody is willing to have the&amp;nbsp; record set straight than that&#39;s the fault of the listeners not the fault of the accused. &lt;br /&gt;
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This retard town has several people in it who like to throw rocks. They don&#39;t mind forgetting to ask the tough questions, they just fly off the handle and accept the facts that are presented to them without any research (besides a Wiki-link) and then dole out their own form of justice, i.e. destroying someones personal property as punishment for an infraction that has nothing to do with that item. &lt;br /&gt;
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I suggest that diplomacy reign in this new world we&#39;ve come to know and love since the towers fell. Before throwing stones maybe some questions should be asked and some level of trust established. For instance, if you&#39;re willing to trust someone enough to fuck them you should be able to ask them candidly if they are sleeping around on you. If you&#39;re going to call someone your friend than it&#39;s your responsibility to nurture that friendship and if you love that person as your friend than you will make sure they aren&#39;t doing something that you don&#39;t agree with. You don&#39;t fuck with their marriage without cause. &lt;br /&gt;
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Before you slander 2 perfectly innocent people and running away, make sure you have the story straight. Because someday they will find out that you told people they were having sex and then it&#39;s pretty much &quot;pictures or it didn&#39;t happen&quot; for you. Remember, if you can&#39;t prove it than it doesn&#39;t stand up in the eyes of God or the courts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;A place of nonsensical rhetorical jabbering... and what not&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/feeds/8838147061797186557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36465086/8838147061797186557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/8838147061797186557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/8838147061797186557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/2011/10/before-throwing-rocks.html' title='Before Throwing Rocks'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36465086.post-164203516683384932</id><published>2011-09-12T16:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T16:26:10.193-03:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously?  you&#39;re terrible at being criminals.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;So recently, my car was broken into.  not much was stolen... and oddly enough, nothing of real value was taken.  the stupid bastards that went the extra mile to unlock my shitty car, and rummage through the contents, didn&#39;t even take the OBVIOUSLY valuable shit that was out in the open.  they took a backpack... that had almost nothing in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly... there was a laptop bag (no laptop, but other valueables), an ipod AND ipod touch.  a power converter, several decks of the WoW TCG with cards worth over 300$ collector&#39;s value, and several hundred dollars of guitar equipment.   not one of these things was stolen... just the bookbag, and my friend&#39;s pack of cigarettes... with ONE cigarette in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, i was pissed... i mean, i go into the mall for some shopping and hanging out, and when i come back, some fucking hammytard has broken into, and taken shit from my car.   and they didn&#39;t even prove that they were smart enough to make a few bucks along the way for their trouble...   i blame the schools.  anyway, i really hate people ... except for a few people.. but mostly, society is fucking useless.  and the lower end of society is even more so..  because they&#39;re retarded to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if anyone reading this (via stumble, or google, or accidentally thinking this is a porn site [talking to you, random asians]) stole my shit,  go die in a hole.. cause it&#39;s the best thing you can do for yourself... cause you&#39;re fucking retarded... 100%.   you don&#39;t even know how to STEAL properly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belligerently yours&lt;br /&gt;Wicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;A place of nonsensical rhetorical jabbering... and what not&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/feeds/164203516683384932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36465086/164203516683384932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/164203516683384932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/164203516683384932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/2011/09/seriously-youre-terrible-at-being.html' title='seriously?  you&#39;re terrible at being criminals.'/><author><name>Wicker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903798279107569242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZfhLOSOzM8/SbmatDlADPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kMrlsA9VC88/S220/Picture+0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36465086.post-3778115897034668046</id><published>2011-09-04T15:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T15:58:47.324-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Don&#39;t Swear On The Inernet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;As you&#39;re aware there is no swearing online. The Internet is a pure and unspoiled part of the imagination who&#39;s delicate flower brings radiant glory to the world of proper, polite, eloquent dialogue and imagery... until you log on. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_nd91qv=&quot;246&quot;&gt;In reality, as real as cyber space is, the Internet is a ses-pool of degrading imagery with only but a few rays of light shining through it&#39;s otherwise degrading and boring &quot;pages&quot; which display all sorts of things from whores to how to pick up said whores. Take a second and google the word &quot;carrot&quot; in an image search. I am willing to bet real money that somewhere in the first few pages of results someone is sticking one up something. See what I mean? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div closure_uid_nd91qv=&quot;124&quot;&gt;The inherent difference between those spaces and the spaces, like blogger and facebook, which we control is... nobody judges them. Facebook, especially is a medium that you had better not swear on or else someone might not hire you, or they may try to use it against you in a custody battle. God knows that nobody before you has ever said &quot;fuck&quot; and nobody else will. You are figuratively the only one to ever swore online. The thing is, Facebook and Blogspot are just mediums on which people like myself vent frustration in an attempt to keep the daily homicidal rage stuffed deep within ourselves. It&#39;s much easier to swear and let it out online than walk down the street telling everyone to play a nice game of &quot;hide and go **** yourself&quot; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_nd91qv=&quot;124&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_nd91qv=&quot;124&quot;&gt;When making decisions on hiring people employers use everything they can including their/ your mutual friends and even your facebook page in order to make a decision to hire you or not. It&#39;s actually pretty annoying when you think about it since this is not necessarily who you are at work... but they hate people who whine on there. I find it hard to believe that one or 2 facebook posts containing an expletive would make or break anything however people are perfectionists in this retard society we call North American. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_nd91qv=&quot;124&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_nd91qv=&quot;124&quot;&gt;The problem with using Facebook and other social media as a basis for employment is; in 10 years you, as an employer, will inevitably have to consider someone who &quot;taKs leik dis&quot; on &quot;dae FB page&quot; or in real life... or even uses the good ole F bomb or the word &quot;like&quot; in order to make a simile out of every sentence that&#39;s uttered... terribly. This is the downfall of English and the product of the stupefying of the human race. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_nd91qv=&quot;124&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_nd91qv=&quot;124&quot;&gt;We are literally a group of people who are told to &quot;drink (brand of alcohol) responsibly&quot; because we&#39;re too stupid to use good ole common sense. Everything is someone else&#39;s problem... but that&#39;s not my point. My point is literally, &quot;not hiring someone on the basis of their facebook status is like not marrying someone because they buy farmers milk instead of ADL&quot; it&#39;s actually stupid to base that decision on something as trivial as a random facebook status, no matter how poorly worded said status is. However, there&#39;s still no excuse for misspelling things on your cover letter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;A place of nonsensical rhetorical jabbering... and what not&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/feeds/3778115897034668046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36465086/3778115897034668046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/3778115897034668046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/3778115897034668046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/2011/09/dont-swear-on-inernet.html' title='Don&#39;t Swear On The Inernet'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36465086.post-7486699829250472648</id><published>2011-08-29T17:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T17:38:38.063-03:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;what the fuck do you know, kid?&quot;</title><content type='html'>just a quick one, seeing as i just ate a massive home grilled burger (details on the cooking instruction for said burger if prompted... believe me, it was fucking awesome.)  but i really... really... REALLY fucking hate old-&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;esque&lt;/span&gt; bastard people in my home town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in town to get groceries (mainly the ground beef for this burger that&#39;s now begging to swim in a cold beer) when i pulled into the store lot.  as i was pulling in, a &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;honda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;oddessy&lt;/span&gt; van cut me off, just to haul ass into the handicapped spot.  no tag, no plate... just some self entitled fuck-&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;tard&lt;/span&gt; 65-70 year old man with a grudge against &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;generatons&lt;/span&gt; x and y (for those of you who failed grade 9 social studies, that covers current adults, aged roughly 19-30/35).   as he waddled his fat ass out of the van, i remarked to him that, not only did he almost hit my car with his big ass van, he was in a hammy-&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;tard&lt;/span&gt; spot, with no permit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the old bastard then proceeded to try to lace into me in the parking lot... saying &quot;your piece of shit car &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;oughta&lt;/span&gt; be hit, to get you dumb fucking &quot;teenager&quot; scums off the roads, maybe then you&#39;ll have respect for your elders.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was just the beginning,  he spent roughly 10 minutes ranting at me about my misguided youth, and how i knew nothing, with me retorting back just so i could see him splutter (he was yelling, i wasn&#39;t). he then went on to say that &quot;any senior citizen can park in those &quot;god damned&quot; spaces&quot;  and that i should be &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; he didn&#39;t just come over and show me a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by this time, the manager of the store (it&#39;s a fairly small local market, and the manager works cash)  had come out, and asked the man to be on his way, gave me an apologetic look, and the man hauled out of the lot... almost hitting me on the way out... again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck makes these crotchety old bastards the feeling of self entitlement, to just try to tell off &quot;teenagers&quot; (&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;i&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; 22, not that it really matters)..  like, are they gonna try to play the &quot;i was in &#39;the&#39; war&quot; card?  cause i have an older cousin who was in the military, and he parks in the right spot, and is usually pretty calm when dealing with youth (&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;i&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; sure he&#39;s yelled before, but not unprovoked).  the fact that he said it would be good if my car got written off worries me to his mental state, and whether he should even be allowed to drive.   hell... half the people over 65 in my town probably shouldn&#39;t have a license... but most of them are just bad drivers, not uppity old &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot;&gt;cockbags&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe he&#39;ll get a nice 600$ fine for parking in a &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot;&gt;hammy-tard&lt;/span&gt; spot, and he&#39;ll have to sell his car to pay it... i dunno.. does that make me a bad person, for wishing that?  i feel like it&#39;s justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, drive safe, and eat well (i sure as hell did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;A place of nonsensical rhetorical jabbering... and what not&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/feeds/7486699829250472648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36465086/7486699829250472648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/7486699829250472648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/7486699829250472648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-fuck-do-you-know-kid.html' title='&quot;what the fuck do you know, kid?&quot;'/><author><name>Wicker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903798279107569242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZfhLOSOzM8/SbmatDlADPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kMrlsA9VC88/S220/Picture+0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36465086.post-9091174628829494499</id><published>2011-08-24T20:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T20:24:34.484-03:00</updated><title type='text'>your parents don&#39;t love you... do they...?</title><content type='html'>So... for the life of me, i can&#39;t seem to figure out why every teenage girl (&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;... not EVERY but you get the point) in my hometown, dresses like a slut.   i mean... do they really think, that at 14 years old, they&#39;re gonna want to attract the attention that people (mainly 45 year old rapists) are going to give them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i understand the wanting to look &quot;trendy&quot;  or &quot;pretty&quot;, but putting on 40 lbs of make-up, and wearing a skirt that a grown man would use as a belt... isn&#39;t pretty... stop being a whore, and live the tween life.  the girls i knew when i was 12-14, wore jeans, romped in the grass, and were pretty cool overall.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the main problem, is shit like Jersey Shore, where &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;whorebag&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;ugmo&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; go around flashing their pussies at everything that moves, dressing like &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;julia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;roberts&lt;/span&gt; at the beginning of Pretty Woman, and getting all the attention they could ever want... good and bad.   seriously, people need to hug &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; kids more or something...  the teenybopper craze is getting out of hand.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most the the &quot;older&quot;  (and by that i mean 16-18) slut dressers in my town, have crib-midgets running around &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; ankles, and some cracked out thug life guy hanging off their arm.  is this really the life you think you want?  holy shit, people... you need to start looking at yourselves... cause i bet, if you did, you&#39;d think &quot;holy SHIT i never wanna turn out that bad&quot; ... cause your life looks pretty &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;shitty&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now don&#39;t get me wrong... i realize that some &quot;families&quot; don&#39;t have a choice in their looks... love is love.   however, 16 year &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; getting &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; married to &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot;&gt;thier&lt;/span&gt; baby- daddy&#39;s, and shacking up in the cheapest trailer in the park, then mooching off &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot;&gt;thier&lt;/span&gt; parents for weed money, isn&#39;t the life you can &quot;not help living&quot;.   sure, there&#39;s some perfectly happy, funny &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot;&gt;lookin&lt;/span&gt; families out there, who live in a trailer park... but we all know who &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_13&quot;&gt;i&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fun part about these piece of shit teens, and young crack mommas, is that they live their entire lives on &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_14&quot;&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;.   &quot;My mom took the kid for the night, gonna drink myself silly&quot; is a common status of the teen mom (&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_15&quot;&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;... i cleaned it up a bit...)   but heaven forbid if you say one fucking thing about how maybe they should spend money, not on liquor or pot, but on diapers, rent, and food... cause it&#39;s &quot;none of your fucking business&quot;  ESPECIALLY if it&#39;s on &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_16&quot;&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; for the world to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some &quot;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_17&quot;&gt;sociologists&lt;/span&gt;&quot;  will tell you, that 16 is the new 18, 12 is the new 16, and 8 is the new 12... when the fuck did this trend start?  and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_18&quot;&gt;i&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; pretty sure it only continues, because people keep saying it.   if people just start saying &quot;no... 18 is now the new 18... &quot;  then kids might not be fucking everything that moves, and being disease and baby ridden by 16....  trends become trends when popular people follow them, and no one points out that they&#39;re fucking stupid (&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_19&quot;&gt;lookin&lt;/span&gt; at you, crocks).  maybe if we collectively agreed that kids of a certain age, are that age, and not technically 2-5 years older &quot;mentally&quot;, we&#39;d see less teeny-&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_20&quot;&gt;bopper&lt;/span&gt; whore kids, and less 16 year old &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_21&quot;&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; dropout moms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously.. put some fucking clothes on, kids... all you&#39;re proving to the world is that you have no self esteem, and want to be a slut to make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the brain of everyone&#39;s favorite fat man&lt;br /&gt;-wicker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;A place of nonsensical rhetorical jabbering... and what not&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/feeds/9091174628829494499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36465086/9091174628829494499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/9091174628829494499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/9091174628829494499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/2011/08/your-parents-dont-love-you-do-they.html' title='your parents don&#39;t love you... do they...?'/><author><name>Wicker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903798279107569242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZfhLOSOzM8/SbmatDlADPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kMrlsA9VC88/S220/Picture+0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36465086.post-6492650448286155073</id><published>2011-08-22T05:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T05:36:59.198-03:00</updated><title type='text'>seems i may be back.</title><content type='html'>So for those of you who drank my brew a while back (&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;... a long ass time ago now)  you may have wondered where the hell i was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it doesn&#39;t matter, cause &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;i&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; back... new user, but who cares?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the most part, i haven&#39;t changed.   i may have become a little more vulgar (yes.. you&#39;re gonna see swears now... got a problem?  that&#39;s right... shut the fuck up).  &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;i&#39;ve&lt;/span&gt; grown up a little (and gotten worse in some areas)  and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;i&#39;ve&lt;/span&gt; seen a few more years of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the most part... i still watch a shit ton on movies (yes... a whole ton.  wanna fight about it?), and for the most part... i have an opinion on every one i watch.   and so help me God... it&#39;s more right than yours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i figure the best way to start my comeback to the forum of the delicious drink, is to announce that &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;i&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; totally fucking sick of the remake craze.   everything you watch now (and pay like 12$ for at the shitty theatre in *insert town here*)  has been a &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; remake of something or another.   the most memorable at this moment (it&#39;s like 5 am... i don&#39;t sleep anymore)  is footloose.&lt;br /&gt;as if we needed another fucking footloose rolling around out there... i mean, the first one was gay enough... do we really need to flounce a NEW version (probably with a &quot;revisited&quot; storyline... that makes half the sense the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;original&lt;/span&gt; shitty one did)  of this god forsaken movie?   footloose is just one of many, many remakes that have, or are going to, come out in the next year or so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously... find a 14 year old kid and get them to pitch you a story line... is the movie industry that hard up for ideas, that we need to see a 14&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; version of a movie?  (how many hulks and war of the worlds were there?)  seriously... get a new idea.   hell... &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;i&#39;d&lt;/span&gt; take another movie adaptation of a book, over another fucking remake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure, it&#39;s a rant about something that may not matter, but you can deal with it... cause you agree.&lt;br /&gt;there needs to be more &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;originality&lt;/span&gt; in cinema today.  (&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot;&gt;i&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; not even going to touch &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot;&gt;primetime&lt;/span&gt; television... do we really need like 10 fucking crime dramas?)  for the most part.. these movies are &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot;&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;... but they really need to be a dying trend.   find something else to make a movie about.   i even miss documentaries  (except for some of that fat ass biased &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_13&quot;&gt;michael&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_14&quot;&gt;moore&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, for you seasoned drinkers, an old brew has returned... and i should probably be posting more and more often, now that i remember how good this feels.  and that this page still exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wicker. (formerly &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_15&quot;&gt;DBH&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;A place of nonsensical rhetorical jabbering... and what not&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/feeds/6492650448286155073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36465086/6492650448286155073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/6492650448286155073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36465086/posts/default/6492650448286155073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caffeinated-goodness.blogspot.com/2011/08/seems-i-may-be-back.html' title='seems i may be back.'/><author><name>Wicker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02903798279107569242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ZfhLOSOzM8/SbmatDlADPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kMrlsA9VC88/S220/Picture+0076.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36465086.post-5941607142957843301</id><published>2011-06-30T13:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T13:09:27.188-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Pre-Birthday Canada (It&#39;s Canada Day, in Korea)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Because you can&#39;t find them anywhere else online: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;English Lyrics of O Canada!&lt;/b&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;O Canada!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Our home and native land!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;True patriot love in all thy sons command.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;With glowing hearts we see thee rise,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;The True North strong and free!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;From far and wide,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;God keep our land glorious and free!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;b&gt;French Lyrics of O Canada!&lt;/b&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;O Canada!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Terre de nos aïeux,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Ton front est ceint de fleurons glorieux!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Car ton bras sait porter l&#39;épée,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Il sait porter la croix!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Ton histoire est une épopée&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Des plus brillants exploits.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Et ta valeur, de foi trempée,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Protégera nos foyers et nos droits.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Protégera nos foyers et nos droits.&lt;/span&gt;


And for your entertainment...&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;So, what do we as Canadians have to be Proud of? ...

1. Smarties
2. Crispy Crunch, Coffee Crisp
3. The size of our footballs fields and one less down
4. Baseball is Canadian
5. Lacrosse is Canadian
6. Hockey is Canadian
7. Basketball is Canadian
8. Apple pie is Canadian
9. Mr. Dress-up kicks Mr. Rogers butt
10. Tim Horton&#39;s kicks Dunkin&#39; Donuts butt
11. Canada has the largest French population that&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;never surrendered to Germany.
12. We knew plaid was cool far before Seattle caught on.
13. The Hudson&#39;s Bay Company once owned over 10% of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;the earth&#39;s surface and is still around as the worlds&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;oldest company.
14. We still know what to do with all the parts of a buffalo.
15. We don&#39;t marry our kin-folk.
16. We invented ski-doos, jet-skis, Velcro, zippers,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;insulin, penicillin, Zamboni, the telephone&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;and short wave radios&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;that save countless lives each year.
17. We ALL have frozen our tongues to something metal&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;and lived to tell about it.
18. A Canadian invented Superman.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;19. The handles on our beer cases are big enough to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;fit your hands with mitts on. OOOoohhhhh Canada!!&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;20. Oh yeah... and our elections only take one day. &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;You Know You&#39;re a Canadian When...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
You stand in &quot;line-ups&quot; at the movie, not lines.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;You&#39;re not offended by the term &quot;Homo Milk&quot;.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;You understand the sentence, &quot;Could you please pass me a serviette,&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;I just spilled my poutine.&quot;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;You eat chocolate bars instead of candy bars.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;You drink pop, not soda.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;You know what it means to be on pogey.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;You know that a mickey and 2-4&#39;s mean &quot;Party at the camp, eh!&quot;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;You can drink legally while still a teen.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;You talk about the weather with strangers and friends alike.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;When there is a social problem, you turn to your government to fix it&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;instead of telling them to stay out of it.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;You get milk in bags as well as cartons and plastic jugs.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Pike is a type of fish, not some part of a highway.
You drive on a highway, not a freeway.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;You know what a Robertson screwdriver is.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;You have Canadian Tire money in your kitchen drawers.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;You know that Thrills are something to chew and &quot;taste like soap.&quot;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;You know that Mounties &quot;don&#39;t always look like that.&quot;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;You dismiss all beers under 6% as &quot;for children and the elderly.&quot;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;You know that the Friendly Giant isn&#39;t a vegetable product line.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;You know that Casey and Finnegan are not a Celtic musical group.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;You participated in &quot;Participaction.&quot;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;You wonder why there isn&#39;t a 5 dollar coin yet.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;You use a red pen on your non-Canadian textbooks and fill in the missing&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&#39;u&#39;s from labor, honor, and color.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;You know the French equivalents of &quot;free&quot;, &quot;prize&quot;, and &quot;no sugar added&quot;,&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;thanks to your extensive education in bilingual cereal packaging.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;You are excited whenever an American television show mentions Canada.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;You make a mental note to talk about it at work the next day.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;You can do all the hand actions to Sharon, Lois and Bram&#39;s&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&quot;Skin-a-ma-rinky-dinky-doo&quot; opus.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;You can eat more than one maple sugar candy without feeling nauseous.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;You were mad when &quot;The Beachcombers&quot; were taken off the air.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;You know what a toque is.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;You know Toronto is not a province.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;You never miss &quot;Coaches Corner.&quot;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Back bacon and Kraft Dinner are two of your favorites food groups.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Canadian bacon is referred to as HAM!&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;You don&#39;t need to travel with a flag on your backpack.

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