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Yeah, I think you managed to irrevocably alienate a lot of people who previously were ambivalent or friendly with that, Babylon. I know I no longer have any interest in being friendly or tolerant considering that you also called my father, brothers, and two sisters rapists as well.

Welcome to the Aini category.

Agree.  My husband is military, we're moving on base in 10 days. 

with the gum, on the plus side, you're getting all the bacteria in the first 10 seconds, the rest of the time is just spent chewing that disgusting hairy blob

WHY is the gum HAIRY? 

I think my favorite part about stupid nick-nacks like that is the opening part of the commercial where it shows, in black and white, people who are obviously either morons or suffering from motor skill dysfunction fumbling with some incredibly basic task.

OMGAWD HOW DOES THIS NORMAL WALLET WORK? THANK GAWD FOR ALUMA WALLET!

John Law Hume (9 August 1890 – 15 April 1912) was an Scottish violinist on the RMS Titanic on its maiden voyage. He died in the disaster

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Hume and the other members of Wallace Hartley's orchestra were all members of the Amalgamated British Musicians Union and were employed by a Liverpool music agency, C.W. and F.N. Black, which supplied musicians for Cunard and the White Star Line On 30 April 1912 John Hume's father, Andrew, received the following note from the agency:

Dear Sir:

We shall be obliged if you will remit us the sum of 5s. 4d., which is owing to us as per enclosed statement.
We shall also be obliged if you will settle the enclosed uniform account.

Yours faithfully,
C.W. & F.N. Black

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Law_Hume

The day after my father in law died (not long ago) we got a call at my sister in law's house from the uniform company wanting to know when they could pick up his uniforms and "letting us know" that he owed $100 for his cleaning bill. Not quite on the same scale of horror, but we responded by having him cremated in one of them anyway.

I advocate NOT making it legal.  I don't want anything to happen to it.  I just don't want to see it become a legal product. 

OK, wasn't sure.

The problem is that it isn't possible for adults to have that freedom and have it not spillover and impact children in our society.  If you were going to go up into the mountains, grow your own and smoke your own, and agree to never have children or be around children, then I would advocate for you to have the right to do that.  The reality is that adults, necessarily, have to share their communities with children.  Communities, obviously, need children to grow, thrive, and sustain.  It is, then, in the interest of societies to advocate policies and norms that are most conducive to positive youth development.  Legalized marijuana and other drugs simply doesn't fit in with that model.   

This statement confuses me, sorry if you've already been asked this.. but, what do you want to happen to marijuana?  I mean, to the plant in general?  As long as it exists people are going to want to smoke it whether its legal or not and where there are procreating adults there are always going to be children, so do you advocate complete eradication of the plant altogether? Or.. ???

Until I clicked this thread, I assumed when I saw the "Game of Thrones" thread popping up here that it was some sort of role playing game. 

Back to your regularly scheduled discussion...

Those people are only like that because they've generally had some poor sap running around after them all their lives, pandering to their mopey moods, temper tantrums, their hand wringing anxiety ramps, and their passive aggressive use of emotionally charged expectations. The silent, withering look of disappointment when the impossibly high bar once again proves too high. Those people need to learn some fucking social skills that they didn't learn from their doting, hopelessly servile Mothers. The way they carry themselves, as if bravely bearing their whole live's worth of utter disappointment in anyone who tries to meet them on their own terms. Fuck that noise. Send them back to their parents for re-training. Spend too long around these people, and your brain gets full of fuck, really quickly.
Make any kind of emotional investment in them is like trying to feed a coke habit. Even when they've got all of it, it's still never enough. The languid apathy when nobody is attending to them, as they lurch from one ridiculously dramatic "crisis" to the next.
From the outside their lives seem so much more interesting than they actually are. Egocentric as a gyroscope, they are woefully oblivious to the needs of others, until their own are met. And, of course, their needs are  impossible to meet, so it's like one endless one way street that goes nowhere.
I can't be doing with them at all if I can help it.

PROTIP:  You can trust a born-again with most things, so long as NO MONEY IS INVOLVED.

Yep, noted.  But we noted it too late, the person who cared is dead.  We've discovered though that this particular Grandpa born-again can't be trusted with anything, not even simple words.  

Every born-again I've ever met has been crooked as a politician, the moment money is involved.

One even hounded his own father out of business while in the pay of his father's competitors.  No shit.

It's what Jesus would have done. Innit?

Just as Jesus cursed and killed the fig tree for not producing fruit out of season so will his followers destroy their family and associates for money without giving a fig!

Even worse is the high maintenance person who THINKS they are low.  Not to borrow too much from "When Harry Met Sally," but that is THE worst--someone who won't even admit they are picky assed perfectionists and in fact advertizes they are actually LOW maintenance. 

I'm married to one of the above.  Pain in the ass, I tell you--you are always falling short, and you have to really distance yourself from their constant disappointment.

See, that's why they invented cricket bats, Jenne.

Ha!  I needs me onadoze.

Jenne:  "How's your filet mignon?  I spent hours getting it ready."

Jenne's Foolish Husband:  "Meh.  My mother would have done it..."

*sound of a home run off husband's head*

Jenne:  "BAM!  WHAT NOW?  TOMORROW I'M GOING TO HAVE TO MAKE SOUP, ON ACCOUNT OF YOU DON'T HAVE ANY TEETH NOW!  HOW WOULD YOUR MAMA MAKE SOUP FOR YOUR NO TEEF ASS?  HUH?  THINGS JUST GOT REAL!  YEAH!"

I should probably have been a marriage counsellor.

There, there, dear. No need to get upset, you know we just want what's best for you.

Of course you do, I'll just keep quiet and show some respect. 

PROTIP:  You can trust a born-again with most things, so long as NO MONEY IS INVOLVED.

Yep, noted.  But we noted it too late, the person who cared is dead.  We've discovered though that this particular Grandpa born-again can't be trusted with anything, not even simple words.  

Some things I want to say to some old people in my life, but I don't because I don't want to deal with the ensuing drama (translation: I'm being a pussy.)  So I'm ranting about them here.  It will probably be TL;DR and emo-style shat.

Grandpa: You are an asshole of wildly putrid and festering proportions.  What kind of person beats their 5yo son with dog chains?  Or denies him medical treatment for a birth defect of the heart? Don't tell me its about the money.  I've seen you turn down money for plenty of fucked up reasons.  Like when you cancelled a contract with your renters because you found out they had a grandchild of mixed race staying with them, you racist fuck. And after denying your son medical treatment for the heart defect that you KNEW he was born with, you decided to never tell him that he even had a heart defect, and blame his wife when he had a massive heart attack that left him with less than 1/4 of his heart functioning. Dying in a fire would be too merciful for you. 

Grandpa in law: Do you fuck your mirror every night before you go to bed?  You're so fucking in love with your image and reputation, you sacrifice and torture the rest of your family in your weird attempt to maintain it.  You know what?  Most of the people you think you're maintaining this image with already think your a diseased cockwad. The only people you really have fooled are the people at your church.  They've already deluded themselves so much they can't tell that the grass is green.  They think its the color of Jesus, just like everything else.  Your son just died, and you let him live the last 5 years of his life thinking that he owed you all that money.  You never told your son that his son paid it back to you when he managed the business, and you took advantage your grandson's trust of you to tell him to keep it secret, that you'd "take care of letting him know".  Now he's dead you've been found out.  His widow was going to take you the money, neither of them are good with finances and neither realized that you were paid back.  Just how you wanted it right?  She said that you threw his "debt" to you in his face all the time for the last 5 years of his life.  He's dead now.  You talk about your relationship with Jesus, and your belief in the Bible.  I hope that your 'belief' does create that reality for you, and you get butt fucked in hell by all manner of demons for what you've done.

Grandma: I love you.  But please stop talking.  I don't want to hear about how submitting to my husband is the Biblical thing to do.  FYI, he likes me the way I am.  Yes I've voted non-Republican many times, and I know in your book that's a sin, but I really don't want to hear your opinion on it every fucking time I come to see you.  I love you, and you're old and might not be around long.  Can we have some conversations about the weather or what plants are in our garden for fuck's sake?  Yeah, I dress immodestly according to your standards, but you could overlook that and not mention how much 'classier' you think I look in a long skirt and long sleeved shirts every time I come over in shorts and a tank top. You could also quit lamenting the fact that I dye my hair.  Please and thank you.

Grandma in law: You don't fool me with your "I'm old and I have a hard time thinking" bullshit.  I saw the look in your eyes yesterday when you told your grandson who loves you that you didn't care if he was around or not, you were perfectly coherent and knew exactly what you were doing.  Go die in a fire.

I don't really have anything to add but wanted to say thanks for the links Cram, I hadn't heard of Situationist International either but am enjoying reading up on them. 

I did meth a few times when I was 20.  I'd never had any kind of illegal drug except pot at the time, and a new "friend" was doing it and asked me if I wanted to try some and I said "sure why not, does it make you high like weed?" (yea I was THAT dumb)  I tried it and then kept doing it, and three months later I was thirty pounds lighter (skeletal) and talking to people that only I could see.  Somehow my brain still functioned enough to realize that I needed to stop this shit NOW.  Because when me and this asstard "friend" would go get more from our supplier, I'd see people like the woman in that video.  No fucking way I wanted to go there, I like my teeth and my skin.  And my ability to speak coherent sentences. 

So the point of all my emoting in the paragraph above is: The woman's behavior in the video is consistent with meth addicts I've seen.