There's only a handful of you, and you're acting like obsessed lunatics.
I honestly wouldn't want to ever be washed up on the shore unconscious on an island run by you lot.
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The problem is how those kids are probably being incubated for later political use. They are just practicing antics that later will be repeated on a larger scale. Someone needs to send them "The political economy of noise".In other bullshit cease and desist news: Apparently a handful of Bostonian yuppies who decided to move out to the "country" (Fact: Portsmouth is NOT the country) are complaining about all the gosh darn "noise" downtown because Portsmouth is actually a city with festivals and movies in the park and such. So the arts festival actually listened to them and cancelled the movie double feature for tonight. They're even complaining about a musical being put on every night in the park downtown. THE SAME PEOPLE ARE CALLING EVERY FUCKING NIGHT to the point the cops are pissed. Because nothing is actually happening that is breaking the law, and all events end before 11pm. The locals are now in a total uproar and have started a counteroffensive called Keep Portsmouth Loud and selling obnoxious hot green and pink T-shirts with that saying on it. I need to give them my money, because I was looking forward to hitting a movie in the park night once the husband's training is over.
Seriously, you move to a seaside tourist destination city to get away from the big city in hopes of quiet? Morons.
Hey Portland, can we borrow your unicycle Darth Vader with the bag pipes?
Yea, like a week ago or so, I'd seen the posts that they were throwing the Movie in the Park event and thought it was awesome. This week people are already complaining about it. What a crock of shit. An art-based tourist center and they're going to complain about the arts and tourists. People who always need to be complaining, especially to ruin a good time for everyone else, really are near the top of my list of People I Hate Most. And like my friends in the area said, they're probably the same people up at the crack of dawn mowing their fucking lawns while everyone else is trying to sleep.
It's the same 4 people. Over and over again. I have no idea why the festival is listening to them, because the cops already told them that they need to suck it up. Something tells me that these are also the same people who hate the idea of Portsmouth being a *gasp* working port where tankers come in and ship things, and that the Naval Shipyard is an eyesore.
This is what happens when your rich Bostonian parents leave you a fucking trust fund, you go to Harvard, you never work a day in your life and you decide to be "hip" by buying an old Victorian for millions in downtown Portsmouth so you don't have to pay Massachusetts taxes on your independent wealth while getting socked for New Hampshire property tax. However, since you never worked a day in your sheltered life, you don't understand that other places don't just thrive on being a pretty tourist destination. If the port and shipyard were to close to meet every rich shitfuck's expectation of their New Hampshire tax dodging paradise, Portsmouth would die. Not to mention, the shipyard is in Maine. What are they going to do? Write letters to another fucking state? PEOPLE ACTUALLY FUCKING WORK FOR A LIVING IN THIS AREA, AND IT'S NOT JUST AT KITSCHY STORES AND RESTAURANTS, GODDAMNIT.
I've found a lovely little spot around me that'd be perfect for a semi-public altar for Eris. I'm a little stuck on what might be useful to put up on it. So far, I know I'll be putting a cheaply bound copy of the Principia, an empty box for a DVD of midget porn, a plastic apple painted gold, some gold candles, and as many Pope cards as I have the patience to print out.
What would YOU put on this altar?
Okay, not only did the fucker want my passwords, he threatened my daughter. That's after he called me a motherfucker for messing with his head because he impersonated working for a friend of mines company. Right, unlawful call center is right up their stinkin' chicken tamari asses. You know, it's when "enough" is just not gonna to cut it. Fucking cockroaches. [LuciferX venting at how people think they can color him red]
The above statement requires the qualification of discernment. Otherwise, the distinction between unity and difference is groundless, and remains irreconcilable. There is no argument because only understanding is both necessary and sufficient.The first rule of Discordia is don't talk about discordia.
No it isn't.
We're both right. No debate is possible in a world where everything is true, false, meaningful and meaningless. Any argument is just to fill the void that would otherwise exist.
You gots a purdy mauth
Ideally, it would be a natural process, possibly augmented by detonation of some shaped charges. It just seems like cemeteries would benefit from a little more action, right? Really, members of the family could confront death more directly, being apart, together, and together, apart.Presented without comment:
http://www.washingtonpost.com/posteverything/wp/2014/08/11/what-you-should-know-about-exploding-caskets/QuoteYou’ve never heard of exploding casket syndrome (ask your mortician if it’s right for you), but funeral directors and cemetery operators have. They sell so-called “protective” or “sealer” caskets at a premium worth hundreds of dollars each, with the promise that they’ll keep out air and moisture that — they would have you believe — cause bodies to rapidly deteriorate. Like Tupperware for the dead, they “lock in the freshness!” with a rubber gasket.
But, in reality, you can’t protect a corpse from itself. While you’re insulating grandma from the outside air, she could be stewing in her own fluids, turning into a slurry from the work of anaerobic bacteria. When the weather turns warm, in some cases, that sealed casket becomes a pressure cooker and bursts from accumulated gases and fluids of the decomposing body. The next time relatives visit grandma, they could find her rotting remains oozing from her tomb in the form of a nauseating thick fluid.
Man, I was all for cremation before this but how can a guy pass up the opportunity to HAVE HIS CASKET EXPLODE.