I worked at a sandwich place and at the counter, I gave a customer his sandwich (that’s it. Only 1 sandwich, no drinks or anything else), wrapped in paper and put in a brown paper bag. He said, “Do you guys have trays?” I told him that I was sorry, but no. He said, “Well, how to I get this over to my table?” He was being completely serious. So I had to tell him, very sincerely, “You just have to pick it up and carry it over there.”
people usually don’t believe this when I tell them but how could you make this up. watching a 9/11 documentary with my ex and she said “wow that pilot must’ve been drunk or something”
Points to house next door.
“Is that your neighbour’s house?”
“Why should the taxpayers have to pay for stuff like Social Security and Medicare? That’s the GOVERNMENT’S job!”
“What’s faster, speed or sound?”
An adult woman: “If the Earth is billions of years old why is it only 2015?
You can’t drive to Mexico. Its an island.
I had to get a new job after that.
So what type of Mexican are you? Like are you from Spain or one of those other Mexican countries?
Back when I was in third grade or something I saw a kid messing with a electric outlet
Me: “Hey! Are you trying to get yourself electrocuted?”
Kid: “No, I’m polishing the socket. Then the lights will be brighter.”
When I was younger, we’d routinely drive from Philly out to Ohio to visit relatives. On one such trip, we were somewhere near the Ohio/PA border when my mom tried to start getting one of those handheld TVs to work.
HER: Why can’t I get channel 6 on this?
ME: Because we’re nowhere near Philly.
HER: I bought the TV in Philly, so it should have Philly channels, shouldn’t it?
I would rather go to London than go to the UK.
“If evolution is true, then take this apple, and grow me a human.”
About six months ago one of my employees said to me “to get rich you don’t even gotta do nothin. All you gotta do is invent somethin. I mean look at steve jobs, he’s still pretty young and that man is livin the good life”. I then had to inform said employee that steve jobs most certainly was not “livin the good life”
Caller: Is John there?
Me: No, I’m sorry, you have the wrong number.
Caller: Oh. Do you have John’s number?
I’m from Ireland and when I was eleven I was at my friends house in the states. This was one of my most prominent initial impressions of Americans by the way. His mom (Full grown woman who has raised two children) asked me if I preferred Ireland to the States. I said I liked Ireland better and she told me that she was actually planning a vacation to Europe. Little eleven year old me asks “Where in Europe?” Her response… “Asia”
I stood there trying to think of the most polite way to explain this to a middle age woman then gave up and went to play with Pokemon cards. To this day I still have no idea where her vacation ended up taking her.
It’s called TCRU aka Telephone Crime Reporting Unit. If you are incompetent and can’t be trusted on the street, or otherwise get in trouble, but can’t be fired because of procedure/union rules you get to sit in an office all day. Answer the phone and take police reports.
We had a guy who once wrote a ticket for something like 20 over the speed limit when the radar actually read something like 7 or 8 over. Supervisor found out about it and made him take back the ticket and apologize the the people he did it too. The officer is allowed to do minor tasks, and he is watched closely on what he does. He’s the only officer I’ve heard of doing this. Not to many guys trust him, because they don’t want to be seen in the same light.
My brother is a cop. Our town is about 65k population. We don’t really have cops that are “bad eggs” (they might be but they’re not crooked or whatever, at least to my brother’s knowledge), but my brother says there’s a handful that the rest of the cops call “fighters”. They basically go to work every day with the idea that if they go home and haven’t fought someone, it was all a bust.
So they go to work, they pull people over and act like assholes. They see the person they pulled over had an assault charge in their past, and they’ll start getting antagonistic with the person. Try and goad the dude into losing his temper. Or they’ll sit around the bars at closing time and find the drunk guy being a bit too loud as he’s leaving and get out of the car and start spouting off about disturbing the peace, and hope that the drunk dude does something that will escalate into a physical altercation. Technically they’re enforcing the laws, but they’re generally being dicks in hopes that they can fight someone.
To the rest of the cops, according to my brother and my cop friends who I hang out with through my brother, they’re not really respected by other cops, because they contribute to the fuck the police attitude, which makes every other cop’s job that much more of a pain in the ass. People with bad experiences with the police, dislike police. They can get confrontational with police as retribution for some other bad experience they had with some other cop. They don’t want to cooperate with an investigation.
Typically they’re kind of ostracized by the rest of the cops. At police balls, or the department Christmas party they tend to sit in their own little group and share recent fight stories or hilarious anecdotes of ways they were dickheads to someone. None of the other cops really want anything to do with them. The other cops don’t respect them. Nobody invites them over for weekend barbecues. And the “fighters” just pal around in their own little group.
I have no idea what other, bigger cities are like.
EDIT: I’ve been informed they are bad eggs. There was only three answers when I responded, and I guess I interpreted the question in a sense that by “bad eggs”, OP meant shit like unjustified shootings, taking bribes, fucking with evidence that could be used against them for criminal purposes… Shit that I read and hear about happening in bigger cities. I didn’t mean that the “fighters” aren’t pricks, nor did I mean to exonerate them in any way. Just that according to my brother and other cop friends, we don’t see that sort of stuff yet.
pretty sure my alcoholic grandpa was the “bad egg” of his department.
once heard a story at the barbershop about how one day, he showed up while on-duty for a haircut and needed to use the rest room. someone had locked the door after leaving, so apparently instead of asking the shop owner for the keys, he whipped out his gun and just started shooting at the door handle.
he also routinely had the cops called on him at home for noise violations, but nothing was ever done. (he had these giant speakers attached to his record player and would put them in his front windows and just BLAST music at all hours of the night so he could listen to it while drinking out on the stoop)
my favorite story, though, is when he broke into the church rectory to wake up the priest (again, while absolutely shitfaced) to demand that the priest baptize him that night. my grandma had just died and he was worried that he wouldn’t get to see her in heaven, since she was Catholic and he wasn’t.
I’ve no longer in law enforcement, but when i was on the job, our dept had one. For ref; my dept had 60-70 officers and was a busy city dept on a major interstate (gangs, shootings, robberies, etc almost every night).
Anyway, everyone knew that he was too physical with suspects, or would speak to them in a way that would incite violence. Although, I never saw it first hand, it was rumored he would exaggerate facts in reports to support stops or arrests. It was interesting that supervisors, attorneys and judges knew. And as a result any case he brought to court he better damn well have another witness, or the judge would dismiss the case. I never saw him do anything illegal and if I had, I would be meeting with the Sergent before shift was over.
I had him show up at my scenes a few times but told him to leave. A calm situation would turn tense just by his presense. On the street, cops are known.
Needless to say, we didn’t get along very well. Really, no one got along with him very well. I believe it was his ego that caused most of his problems.
Anyway, something happen amd he resigned. The facts weren’t released, but I speculate that his bullshit finally caught up with him. I heard that he is playing the victim role and bad mouthing the dept. He now has a non-LEO job with the federal gov.
I’m a dispatcher but my shitty department hired a guy for the jail a few months back that was fired from a much bigger department for multiple reasons. One of the seven reasons listed as ‘conduct unbecoming,’ which is just about as bad as it gets. Yep, we hired him and now they’ve made him a road deputy. He pulls people over for window tint but doesn’t have a tint meter and profiles hardcore, mostly against Mexicans. That’s just to name a couple of the shitty things he does. I’m just waiting to see him on the news :/
My friend is a cop. He doesn’t usually speak ill of his fellow officers. The “blue line” is definitely in place.
Someone in his department got in trouble for excessive force. My friend’s first instinct was that the victim was making it up. Only video evidence finally convinced him that his fellow officer was guilty. And he was shocked and disgusted by it.
So in his case, I would say he doesn’t really know who the bad eggs are. Some people only show their true colors in the field under pressure, and the instinct (for him anyway) is to protect and trust his fellow officers.
I’m in the UK. In my force, even patrol officers investigate their own crime reports, from the initial arrest to the suspect interview to the court file. This has created a whole new breed of bad cop – the one who doesn’t do anything; who never makes an arrest because he knows it’ll generate work that he’ll have to complete. I’ve never seen colleagues overstep their authority – it’s getting them to actually exercise their authority when it’s needed that’s the trick.
Bureaucracy and human laziness is the greatest check on power. Bad coppers don’t make unlawful arrests – bad coppers make no arrests at all.
EDIT: To answer the question, good officers don’t like working with the lazy ones at all. Especially if you’re younger in service, you know that if the shift produces any paperwork at all, you’re going to have to do it all yourself, because that person will come up with any excuse to avoid it.
I work for the university police at my school and I’m a criminal justice major as well so I really try to hang out with the officers and sergeants as often as I can just to learn things. We recently just fired an officer who had a string of incidents stretching back a while. All of the officers were glad he was let go and many of them were relieved to have him gone. He was considered a ticking time bomb I guess, they knew it was only a matter of time before he pushed the envelope too much and a student sued or made a big fuss. They even put him on the early morning shifts on week days in hopes they could limit his contact with the general public but that still didn’t help.
I don’t know if other places are the same but it was refreshing seeing the officers not being afraid to hang someone out to dry because they knew he was in the wrong
I am not a cop but I dated one. I ended up dating the bad egg. He ended up being racist and believing the law did not apply to him. Nothing too serious as far as I know. He would run red lights and not update his plates. He never got in to trouble because he would pull the cop card. I did not date him long. He was an egotistical prick.
This would have benefitted from a serious tag IMO.
Dad was a cop. Uncle was a cop. Cousin is a cop.
They say there are three kinds of cops. 1) Guys who want to protect and serve their communities. 2) Adrenaline junkies. 3) Guys on a power trip.
Type 2 gets fed up with the boring nature of police work. They don’t get to engage in all the car chases and shootouts they wanted. So they can become assholes. Type 3’s are assholes right out of the gate. They will do anything to feel like they are above you.
A police officer who was denied service at whataburger recently said that although they knew it was just the employee and not a company policy, they didn’t feel like like can trust the restaurant or its food entirely anymore. Ironically it is the exact same situation with police. It might just be a minority of cops that are bad, but it breeds mistrust of the entire system.
They are not trusted and people want them fired, but our union is very strong.
I will add that complaints does not necessarily equal bad egg, it may just mean that you are the kind of cop willing to go deal with a greater number of violent/high stress/dangerous situations. Regardless of the justifiability of the use of force, people (obviously) don’t like having force used on them and will sometimes complain. I think it’s sometimes people seeking answers, sometimes people seeking justice, and sometimes people being vindictive.
edit: It may also completely mean that cop is complete crap. So… y’know… don’t think I’m not saying that.
On a personal note, I’m a 10 year member dealing with my first ever complaint right now and… it’s really bummin me out. It was a good arrest and I thought we were so incredibly restrained even though he fought, but he wasn’t happy. I can’t say more as it’s on going… but man it’s a lot of extra work for what seemed like a pretty straight forward, brief event.
My dad was the laziest cop on earth. He would literally call in his “lunch” (he worked nights) and then come home and sleep for about two to four hours. Then pretend he just forgot to call back in to tell them he was off lunch.
He managed to stay on patrol for over 30 years. No, I’m not kidding. But he also never moved up. He also didn’t really keep cop friends very long. Probably because they wanted to distance themselves.
I don’t have a relationship with him.
A French friend of mine named his daughter “Janela” (jah-neh-lah) because he thought it is beautiful.
It means window in Portuguese…
In Norway I’d say weird double names like Ole-Kåre and Ronny-Frode sound pretty trashy.
Ironically English names like Jennifer, Justin, Kevin and the like. It seems they cater to a certain demographic. Denmark here.
Basically anything with a non-standard pronunciation or characters. For example written as 海賊王 (the characters mean “pirate King”) and read as ルフィー (pronounced as Luffy). We call them DQN names, because parents who give their kids those kinds of names tend to be DQN, which is one of the ways we refer to trashy people.
In French Kevin is really bad
In Germany, English names like Mandy, Cindy, Ryan, Brian, Justin and also french names like Chantal or Jacqueline are the trashy ones.
Edit: Also Kevin and Mike.
Italian here: for boys, basically every English names.
For girls, french names like “chantall” + the english name “Jessica”.
” Jessica” is especially bad. If a girl with full italian heritage is called Jessica, you can be 99% sure that at least her parent are trashy.
Sooo… “Kevin” is pretty universally disdained is what I’m getting from all this.
English names like John(sometimes written like Jhon), Leroy, Wesley, Joey, Rodney etc.
Some Spanish/Italian names like Ricardo, Silvio etc.
I think you can start to see a certain tedency in the comments…
Non-english speakers have no idea what you’re asking.
ITT: English names.
English names! Jonathan, Jennifer, Brian, Kevin, Dylan Jesica/Yesica, and more standar-local names like Pamela, Nadia, Matias. Usually they are pronounced like this : El jony, la Jeny, el brayan, el kevin, el dilan, la yesi/yeya/yes, and they are written like this: “EL BrYån de las wachasSSS@#$#@$”
In The Netherlands Roxanne is pretty bad. Sjonnie as well.
English names, specially if they are written as pronounced in Spanish (Maikol, Yon, Briyit)
Originally from Russia. There were legal common names and you couldn’t make up your own (even Kristina was sort of frowned upon), but we did have some names which were more common among villagers and in general lower education class. They were mostly old Russian names like Varya (Varvara), or Tonya (Antonina), or Klava (Klavdiya), or Glasha (Glafira), etc. They were old fashioned names and often girls would get teased about them.
Bitch didn’t pay rent for 3 months and we didn’t know until AFTER our lease was up. Was just resolved 6 months ago and graduated 2 years ago. Will never sign a joint lease again
Freshman year college had bunkbeds. Drunk roommate comes home before me. He sleeps on top. He drank too much. He wet the bed….like an open fire-hydrant apparently. I came home later and sat down in a flash flood puddle on mine soaked to the core.
Needless to say I threw it in the shower and told him to get me a new one.
I had a university flatmate who was a bit crazy. It started out with her just stealing my food – I couldn’t leave anything in the kitchen for more than 12 hours or she’d have it – and putting passive aggressive notes up in our kitchen calling me a liar (I have food allergies but apparently I was making them up). She was nasty to anyone I had over. She took all my crockery and put it on top of the cupboards so I couldn’t reach it and I had to climb up and get it all down. She then convinced all of the guys in my flat to take the kitchen furniture and pile it outside my door so I couldn’t get out of my room. I got the flu, she spent a day screaming at me through the wall whilst I alternately cried and slept until my parents came and drove me home. It got to the point where I was considering dropping out of university, but I asked to be put in another flat as a last resort. I got moved into a flat with 5 guys and it was so much messier but so much nicer.
One of my roommates was accused of raping the other during a night of drunken escapades.
My freshman roommate was an ok guy but we didn’t really have a ton in common. I think the housing department matched us up simply because we both liked ska.
The dude seemed rather asexual. He had friends but never had guests and I couldn’t tell if he was gay or straight or what. Keep in mind that in those days even in the most enlightened circles some people tried to stay in the closet.
Now one of the things I regret most about college was drinking to excess. And I’d get blotto, where I remembered very little about the night before.
One night I was way too hammered, don’t even remember how I got back to my room. But I woke up around 4AM to the oddest dream, which was that while I was passed out, my roommate came over to my bed, took off his pants, and climbed on top of me.
In the dream I woke up while he was pulling down my pants and I rolled over and with one solid push shoved him across the room where he crashed into his bed in his tighty whities. I was a lot bigger and stronger than him and sent him flying. I can still see the image of him hitting his bed like it was yesterday.
I went back to being passed out and later woke up remembering that weird-ass dream. My roommate was gone, but later that day I saw him and he had a swollen lip.
I like to give people the benefit of the doubt so I’m not going to say for sure what happened. But a couple of weeks later one of the dudes next door asked me if I wanted to swap roommates and move into his room, and I said yes in a flash.
tl;dr I think my roommate tried to rape me while I was passed out drunk, but I’m not 100% sure.
She got mad when I moved her clothes to the dryer after they’d been sitting in the washer for a day and a half.
I am in college and my roommate currently likes to jerk off and leave his used cum issues all over the floor. I have told him to clean up after himself a million times. No flushing or throwing them away. Grosses me out so bad and I never bring my girlfriend to my house because of it.
TL;DR Roommate shit his bed and left it for five days until the apartment complex cleaned it up.
There were four of us in the apartment, with two in each bedroom.
So one of my roommates (we’ll call him Pig) got sick. Something that was going around the apartment complex we were living in, the flu or something like that. It affected everyone a little differently, and apparently it was giving him stomach issues.
Pig’s roommate woke up in the middle of the night to a horrible smell, and Pig moaning, “Ohhhh noooo.” Then Pig left the room and slept on the couch.
Turns out Pig shit his bed. He reported it to the apartment complex and they said they would give him a new mattress, but it would take a few days to find a spare. So what does Pig do? He left it there…for five days. He would sleep on the couch, and because he was still sick he wasn’t going to classes, so he didn’t even go into the room to change clothes. We all yelled at him to clean it up or something so the other roommate could at least be in the bedroom without it smelling like shit, but he would just shake his head and say, “Nah man, I’m not going in there until they clean it up.”
Pig was a slob in every way (not doing his dishes, leaving food to rot on the counter or in the fridge, not throwing away garbage, etc.), but that was the worst. We kicked him out at the end of the semester.
My roommate once invited a girl that was kicked out of her house to stay with us. Keep in mind our dorm room was barely larger than a prison cell. I listened to them fuck on the bottom bunk more times than I care to remember.
I had a roommate who was racist and obsessed with WWII Nazi. Thought it was just in a History Channel kind of way. He chose to read “Mein Kampf” for a class. Then he started writing juvenile bathroom graffiti in German in the stalls. He became upset when he found out I dated a black girl in high school. Then the swastikas started showing up graffiti in the dorm elevator, along with “N*ggers” drawn in a noose.
He had a knife collection.
He seriously came back after the first week with an End table, folding lounge chair, and an easy chair, despite the fact that the room had no real extra space for it any of it.
He smelled, and tried to get rid of the room smell with a whole can of peach Renuzit one day. He left food garbage in his trash, left for the weekend, and when I empty it because it was smelling, got mad at me for touching his stuff. Said he “take care of me” if I did it again.
He said he hated kids. He was a special Ed major. I asked why he majored in that if he hated kids. He said “There are 52 Special Ed majors in this school and I am 1 of only two guys.”
Moved out the start of next semester, as soon as they’d let me. Paid the extra money for a single the next year.
Edit: Looked him up. Found a picture of himself in Blackface and some creepy black and white photos.
I had a roommate that jacked off CONSTANTLY. I would unlock the door (which was on old school push combination lock, so it took a few seconds THANK GOD) and enter, and hed be shutting his monitor off with his hand over his pants.
This seriously happened so much that I had TO ACTUALLY HAVE A TALK WITH HIM ABOUT IT after bringing girls over once in a while who would catch him in the act with me and suddenly no longer be “in the mood”.
Edit: Dont have a problem with him wanking off. God knows I did it, too. But I would catch him twice a week. If I gave you an honest guess…I would say he did it more than 5 times a day. I responded to someone on a comment below with an example of how ridiculous it became: Once he did it when I said I was just going downstairs to the dorm vending machine. Walked down and back up in like 3 minutes and he was hiding his shame.
Dude shaved his chest hair in the kitchen. Also, had a super loud asian girlfriend who screamed during sex, even when we had people over.
Posted this in an older thread:
My roommate kidnapped two guys and held them for ransom. One hostage was set free weeks later while the other wasn’t so lucky. The body was eventually found in a basement cemented buried in the ground.
Cops busted into the flat (I rented a room in an apartment – he lived in it before I moved in) and apprehended my roommate while he was sleeping. Tried for kidnapping and manslaughter along with his other few associates.
This was in Ontario, Canada around 2011/2012. I never really followed the story after I moved the hell out and learned that they were all in jail.
[Here’s a more detailed story.] (http://www.thestar.com/news/crime/2012/05/11/twomenadmitrolesinhighprofilekidnappingofjohnnyfeiandmarkhamrealestateagenttonyhanwhodiedofaheartattackwhileconfined.html)
My roommate was Sohaib Malik. He seemed like a normal, nice dude. Student at the local university. Had no problems with him (aside from him using my kitchen knife without permission).
‘Sharon’ used to eat in her room and then slide the plate under her bed. She’d do this every day until my other roommate and I couldn’t bare the stink anymore (and needed plates for our own dinner). She also regularly invited her drug dealer boyfriend over to hang out in our apt during the day.
Several times I came home to find deals taking place in our living room.
Eventually the cops were called by one of our neighbours and we (not him) were interrogated and searched.
Oh and there’s the time she left a sanitary towel ‘sunnyside up’ on the toilet seat in our shared bathroom.
I could go on…
Previously posted the last time around here :
My roommate was this geeky 400 pound guy who watched Sailor Moon in the original Japanese. He had a tiny redheaded girlfriend who regularly beat the shit out of him in daily life, and he let her. On like 6pm on a Thursday, he suddenly asks me if I can vacate the dorm room until 11, as they’re going to have some romantic time. I was a little pissed he gave me no warning, but left anyways. Get back at midnight and walk into a scene of her in black vinyl bondage gear with a riding crop and a taxi driver’s hat, riding him, with him covered in welts from head to toe. Noped the hell right out of there.
My dad (52) claims he’s never heard of him apart from hearing from me. Watches the news every night, etc. People not on the internet do not hear about him.
His supporters are the ones that are statistically least likely to even vote. That’s important.
He’s a socialist. Regardless of how you may personally feel about this, there are millions of Americans who will never vote for a socialist candidate.
All of these answer are pretty biased towards other people not realizing how “great” of a president he would be. It’s just what happens when you have a website full of people who support him and don’t really consider the arguments against him as viable. It’s a lot harder to get the view point of someone against him when this website controls what is the top of the comments. So just remember to take every answer on here with a grain of salt because they probably don’t accurately reflect what problems people see in him.
The issue I see with Bernie is his electability. I know supporters say “well, if we ALL vote for him, we’ll win!” and I just don’t think that’s true. Bernie will drive away more independents than he’ll attract progressives who don’t vote (a group I don’t think there are many of).
Democrats will lose if they nominate a certain stereotype candidate: the Northeastern Elitist Intellectual. Think about the Democrats who have won and lost in the past 25 years: the losers were Kerry (MA senator) Gore (very intellectual) and Dukakis (MA governor). The winners were Obama (black guy from Chicago) and Clinton (Governor of AK). Now, which group is Bernie more like?
Bernie is perceived (and perception is what matters) as an old, crotchety, northeastern professor who identifies as a socialist. That sorta thing is very unrelatable on a personal level, and that will be exploited in a general election. While it’s nice to believe his ideas (which I like) are going to attract people, it’s a lot about personality. This is the country where George Bush won on being somebody you would have a beer with. And Bernie doesn’t have that.
his policies are very questionable. his way of thinking has been a reasonable success in scandinavian countries, but very similar policies have been an utter disaster for southern europe. unemployment rates in southern europe:
italy: 12.4%, portugal: 13%, spain: 22.7%, greece: 25.6%, france: 10.5%
yet northern european countries:
norway: 4.1%, sweden: 7.8%, germany: 4.7%
compared to the USA: 5.5%
so the effectiveness of social democracy as a good model is still very much up in the air. My main question for bernie sanders is: if you want the USA to be a social democracy, how do you make sure that the USA doesn’t go the way or greece, spain, portugal, italy, and france, and that instead we are social-democratic like the scandinavian states? Because the economic models are essentially the same, yet have had very different outcomes. I haven’t yet seen any detailed plan as to how we can avoid going toe southern europe route as opposed to the northern europe route.
While I find myself agreeing with some of his positions, when it comes to several of the differences between him and other Democratic candidates, I find myself taking the opposite side.
I think free college for everyone would be a mistake; it would devalue a college degree because everyone would have one, and many solid jobs do not require a college degree to perform. If somebody wanted to become a welder after high school, why wouldn’t they get a free college education, party all week, not focus on study, and then start a welding job after that? Students should have some skin in the game to make sure they take education seriously and better align incentives.
His financial transaction tax to fund this has been shown by economists studying it in the EU (back in 2011) to be more of a detriment; a more efficient tax would be a higher tax on income or capital gains. I suspect he is aware of this fact and study, but only pushes the idea because it is more popular to tax financial transactions under the guise of hurting Wall Street even if less efficient for society as a whole.
I am pro free trade. Not only is he against it, he wants to reverse pretty much all trade treaties we’ve made over the past 25 years.
I think $15 minimum wage is unrealistic. In many big cities that should be the minimum, but in rural parts of the country $10/hour gets you a decent apartment and some going out money. Many small businesses would be crushed.
He wants to ‘correct the fact’ women earn $0.78 per $1 men earn. This is a misleading statistic at best and an outright lie at worst. He should know better.
He wants to lift the cap on social security, which would transform this tax from a savings and retirement tax into an income tax with proceeds used to fund savings and retirement. Additional individual payments into social security would not lead to additional benefits.
I tend to vote democrat (and probably will again this year depending on final nominations), and agree with a lot of Sanders beliefs, but for all the reasons above I will not be voting for him in the primaries.
EDIT: I’m not saying increasing the minimum wage is bad. I think the minimum wage for people in NYC and SF should be different than for people in Peoria, IL.
EDIT 2: I am also in favor of additional regulations around firearms. His support of shorter waiting periods and less thorough background checks is concerning.
EDIT 3: I am very much pro education. Obviously a more educated population the better. But at some point the public should stop funding it and the individual should start. Do we draw the line after high school, undergrad, masters, or a ph.d.? This isn’t a black and white, education vs. no education, free college vs. $50,000/year tuition. There are shades and degrees of change, and I am all for lower public university tuition, but it should not be completely free.
If elected he would be the oldest US president afaik. His VP may be more important than the other candidates’ VPs as a result.
Not so much that he’s done or doing anything wrong, but my concern is his ability to actually enact any of his ideas. I’m afraid he’ll get blocked up like Barry did. There’s a lot of people in Washington that I’d believe will take issue cooperating with a Socialist Jew (but then go right back to mass). Know what I mean? His plans would really shake up the status quo, which Congress seems to be enjoying quite a bit.
The biggest thing I see is how expensive his policies would be to implement.
For me, the predominant concern is his age.
If you go to his website, basically every position he has on issues involves a solution that revolves around raising taxes.
I realize for the base demographic of reddit, who are in high school or college and lean left, that means almost nothing. But for tax paying, 2 job families with a mortgage, car payments, kids and bills, we want no part of having our taxes raised.
For me, it’s his voting record in support of partial birth abortion. Now I don’t care what you think about abortion, but it’s worth remembering that most of the civilized world (Europe) bans it after 20 weeks and doesn’t consider themselves any less pro-choice for it. Partial-birth abortion is inducing labor, pulling the baby halfway out, and severing the spinal cord at an age where with modern medicine the baby has good odds of survival as a preemie.
It leaves a bad taste in my mouth that this is something he’s supported in the past. But other things he does, like not accepting corporate donations, are not just the right thing to do, they’re courageous.
He’s kinda known for not cooperating with either his party or the opposition that much. Consequently a lot of his bills have gotten rejected, and if he becomes president he may have the same issue Carter and Obama did, which is an inability to get shit done.
My view is that strong centrist presidents have the greatest influence on the nation. Of course, their power is dwarfed by the schizophrenic conglomeration that is Congress. So if Bernie Sanders gets elected, he needs to sweep in enough democrats so he can enact his policies with some ease.
I don’t like that he opposes nuclear power. I think the country should reduce dependency on foreign oil by proliferating the nuclear power industry in the states. It’s cleaner, more efficient, safer, and cheaper. Why wouldn’t we do that?
Hiccups lasting more than an hour. Just fucking shoot me already.
I’ve had sleep paralysis a couple of times and it’s pretty horrible. You try with every ounce of strength to move and roll over but you just can’t. I can only imagine that this could be something along the lines of what a paraplegic must feel every single day.
When you really need to sneeze but can’t
When you think there is one more step
When I broke my arm I also dislocated my wrist, so I had surgery and on top of the plate they put on my radius they also put a long metal pin going between my radius and ulna to keep my wrist in place. (Radius and Ulna are the two bones in your forearm if you don’t know)
Anyway, once it healed up I had to go in to get the pin removed. Doc just held my arm with one hand and pulled the pin out with the other.
I would describe the sensation as “nails on a chalkboard” but inside my arm.
Like if my bone was the chalkboard and the pin was the nail scraping along it.
It didn’t hurt, ~~by~~ but by god it is a sensation I never want to feel again.
E: a word
Bed spins after drinking too much.
Walking through an unseen spider web.
That feeling you get when you suddenly realize that you left your purse/wallet/phone in a public establishment..over an hour ago!
Biting down a little too hard and accidentally dragging your teeth against each other. Like nails on a chalkboard but in your mouth.
I’d rather be in pain than nauseous.
Randomly crunching down on a couple of grains of sand.
Trying to put on clean clothes after a shower in a hot and humid room.
That cold shivery chill feeling – every hair standing on edge – that comes immediately before a massive surge of diarrhea.
Restless leg syndrome. It’s a physical sensation distinct from pain, that utterly compels you to move. It starts when you’re tired and want to go to sleep. You can lie still for about ten seconds before the feeling becomes unbearable and you have to move. This cycle continues until you are so exhausted, you fall asleep during those ten seconds.
I’ve (fortunately) only experienced the sensation in response to drug use or withdrawal. I would say it is definitely painless, but agonizing nonetheless.
Picking up something that turns out to be sticky (honey and jam are the worst) and you wash your hands but you still feel sticky.
Also: that mushy slippery sensation when you realize you’ve stepped in dog shit.
Your hand reaching through the disgusting cold sink water to reach the drain after its been sitting for a couple of hours because you forgot to drain it.
The feeling of the cotton as you pull out a dry tampon.
Don’t stabbeth your neighbor with a big pointy knife,
Or covet his buxomous, lustimous wife.
And honor thy parents, they raised you so well,
But don’t honor false gods or you’ll go straight to hell.
Don’t steal from your neighbors, not soft furs nor breads,
Or falsely claim Jacob wears frogs on his head.
Don’t cheat on your spouse, for it would be a pain,
To wake up to her screaming my own name in vain.
Remember young Jews, take the sabbath with glee,
But remember, you shall have no other gods before me.
-EDIT: Thank you for Gold! Never thought I’d have two my first time! Glad so many enjoyed this.
One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fi . . . wait. . . Three Fish, Four Fish, Five Fish . . .
Ezekiel 23:20 “There she flooped after her lovers til her flu-floopers were sore, whose slum-slunkers and blum-bloopers were like those of donkeys and more, and whose emission was like that of the horses next door.”
“Attention attention my daughters and sons. The end times of mankind has truly begun. I’m sending four horseman to travel around, and the sound of the horses will tremble the ground. The White horse is sickness, and plagues does he carry. No laughter, no fun, just more dysentery. The red horse is next violent, destruction his course. War is the rider that rides on this horse. The black horse rides next and it’s name is famine, it eats up all of the food to the very last salmon. The final rider on the pale horse, so grim. This Rider is Death, no escaping from him. My friends and my children I fear this is it, it’s time now for the Apocalypse
‘Good golly, how jolly! How funny,’ said God –
‘How strangishly strange and how oddishly odd!
You’re fighting and biting and smiting again –
It’s time I demanded commandments of ten!
‘Though gods are a blast and a riot of joy –
A party of pleasure to treasure, my boy –
I’m certainly certain, I’m sure you’ll agree,
There’s no one who’s wholly more holy than me!
‘Devotion’s the notion of honour and truth –
Don’t bridle it worshipping idols in youth!
If ‘Jesus!‘ or ‘Heavens!‘ you’re heard to have cursed –
That’s blasphemy, brother, and christ, it’s the worst!
‘A Sunday’s a fun-day for glory begun –
For hymns to the brim, and for songs by the ton!
Remember to cherish your mommy and dad;
They messed you up good, but they aren’t all that bad!
‘Adultery, stealing – they’re pleasant, of course –
But totally banned with celestial force!
They share a perception; it’s perfectly clear –
Don’t take what you haven’t acquired sincere!
‘Be honest, contented, and pleased with your load –
Don’t weep full of woe for the wealth that you’re ‘owed’;
Be happy and clappy and merry in mind –
Be spriteful, delightful, and kindly-inclined!
‘But mightily, vitally valued of all –
No matter the reason, enormous or small –
Don’t murder another. Go forth, and go far.
And don’t eat crustaceans. Those things are bizarre.’
Elisha was walking, on a day that was sunny.
When some children approached him,
said his bald head was funny.
They laughed and they pointed, they made him feel bad.
They mocked him, which rocked him – and made him so mad!
He stayed as they teased him, and then decided to go,
he turned back to face them, saying “I’m God’s friend, you know…”
And as soon as he said that, a chill rose in the air.
“Look!” the kids shouted. “In the trees, it’s a bear!”
But it wasn’t just one bear, holy smokes, it was two!
And they massacred those kids, as bears are known to do.
They mauled them, and hauled them – and tore them apart.
Over there flew a leg, over here flew a heart.
And Elisha just watched, then he winked to the skies.
“I’m happy I know God, and that God likes bald guys.”
2 Kings 2:23-25
“I do not like to eat the ham”
“Are you sure?” said Sam-I-Am.
“I wont have bacon or even spam.”
“You sure are picky” said Sam-I-Am.
Would you eat a piece of pork?
Or chow down some ribs with a fork?
“No Sam, you’re making me contrary.
And also I can’t mix meat with dairy.”
1 Horse, 2 Horse, 3 Horse, 4 Horse, apocalyptic equine death source.
I am Jesus, Jesus-I-Am
That Jesus-I-Am, That Jesus-I-Am, I will not deny that Jesus-I-Am.
Will you deny that Jesus-I-Am? I will not deny that Jesus-I-Am.
Would you deny that Jesus-I-Am? Would you deny him here or there? I would not deny him here or there. I would not deny him anywhere. I would not deny that Jesus-I-Am.
Would you deny him in a house? Would you deny him with a mouse? I would not deny him in a house. I would not deny him with a mouse. I would not deny him here or there. I would not deny him anywhere. I would not deny that Jesus-I-Am.
Would you deny him in a box? Would you deny him with a fox? Not in a box, not with a fox, not in a house, nor with a mouse. I would not deny him here or there. I would not deny him anywhere. I would not deny that Jesus-I-Am.
Would you? Could you? In a car? Deny him, deny him, yes you are! I would not, could not, in a car.
You will deny him, Peter you see, you will deny him times three.
I would not, could not deny him times three. Not in a car, you let me be! I will not deny him in a box, I will not deny him with a fox, I will not deny him in a house, I will not deny him with a mouse. I will not deny him here or there. I will not deny him anywhere. I will not deny that Jesus-I-Am.
If you listen to me
You will deny him
You will see.
You will deny that Jesus-I-Am
You will deny him in a car, you will deny him in a box, you will deny him with a fox, you will not deny him in a house, you will deny him with a mouse. You will deny him here or there. You will deny him anywhere. I will deny that Jesus-I-Am.
I did deny that Jesus-I-Am
I did, I did
Genesis 19, where Lot’s daughters seduce him.
Hop, Pop, we like to hop on Pop.
“One day,” God said, “This is what I will do. I’ll send down my son, I’ll send him to you, to clear up this humpity bumpity hullabaloo. His name will be Christ and he’ll never wear shoes. And his pals will all call him the King of the Jews!”
He didn’t come in a plane, he didn’t come in a jeep, he didn’t come in the pouch of a high-jumping vo veep. He road on the back of a black sassatoo – which is the BLACKIEST creature you ever could view.
He road to Jerusalem – home of the grumpity Jews – where false prophets were worshipped, some even in two’s. There was Murray von Muir and Genghis Vo Vooze – the one you could worship by taking a snooze.
Christ spoke from a mound, which is a pile of ground and people gathered around without making a sound. Thus he spake . . . Sin in socks, socks full of sin. How do we quiet this Jehovity din? “Do unto others as they do unto you” That includes you young Timothy Foo!! (points to a little boy) One pharisee said to another he knew – What shall we do with this upitty Jew?
‘We can wash him in wine and make him all clean and into Sam Zittle’s crucifixion machine! Twirl the gawhirl and release the gavlease and in go the nails as fast as you please.’
And it is said that he said as he bled –
‘Forgive them Father, for they know not what they do, for they walk through this life in toe crampity shoes.’
For God so loved the world that he gave his only son, so we could live forever, each and everyone.
In the beginning was nothing, not even a mite.
God stubbed his toe and said, “Let there be light!”
Said the darkness: “If you’re joking, then we do not get it,”
For it was formless and void and addicted to Reddit.
So God he divided the darkness from day,
And all of the whining soon went away.
The waters he blew on with a big heave-hum-ho,
And land came to be, and mountains with snow.
God said, “not too bad – a bit dull around noon
“I’d better spangle the skies with stars and a moon
“And a sun that can set and flig-tigglingly rise,
“And the birds will flip out and I’ll say it’s for signs.”
But then God made creatures to creep and to crawl,
And one tedious dipshit gave names to them all,
Whose own name was Adam, and his fetish was ribs,
So God made him a ribgirl, but not any kids.
The creatures were flapping and swimming and mooing
And Cthulhu – called Leviathan – was humming and hooing
And even the harpies and unicorns bonded
But God was exhausted, and on Saturday nodded.
Then said a big snake as he dropped from a tree,
“You people are nerds, come eat apples with me,”
And Eve was like, “Whoa man, will this get me high?”
“You’ll know you’re butt naked, and what’s special about guys.”
So then God was pissed, and smited the miss,
With original sin, and it hurt when she pissed,
And also when birthing both Abel and Cain,
Who were totally shitlords and gave Eve a bad name.
One was a killer and the other deceased,
Cain went off to live with the folks in the East.
And now we’re all screwed, Cain’s blue and tattooed,
Because apples are gateways to knowing you’re lewd.
The sun did not shine
It was too wet to play
So we sat ‘neath the tree
All that cold, cold, wet day
I sat there with Evie
We sat there, we two.
And I said, “How I wish
We had something to do!”
Too wet to go out
And too cold to name beasts
So we couldn’t do anything
But sit beneath trees.
So all we could do was to
Sit! Sit! Sit!
And we did not like it
Not one little bit.
And then something went ‘Thump’!
How that bump made us jump!
Then we saw him climb up in the leaves
And we saw him!
The Snake in the Trees.
And he said to us,
“Why do you sit in this breeze?”
“I know it is wet
And the sun is not sunny
So you should live
In a home, like this bunny!”
“I know how to build lots of things,”
Said the Snake
“I know some new tricks
And some stuff we can make
A lot of good tools.
I will show them to you.
Will not mind at all if I do.”
Then Evie and I
Did not know what to say.
Our Father was out of
the Garden that day.
But the Angel said “No!
Make that snake go away!
Tell that Snake in the bush
You don’t want him to stay.
He should not be here.
He should not be about.
He should not be here
When Jehovah is out!”
“Now! Now! Have no fear,
Have no fear!” Said the Snake.
“My knowledge is fair.”
And he smiled as he spake.
“Why, we can have
Lots of good fun, if you dare,
Just bite on this apple,
Your father won’t care.”
“Remember” the Angel
cried out as he spake
“The fruit of THAT tree
He has said NOT to take!”
“Have no fear!” said the Snake.
“I will not let you fall.
I will teach you about
Everything, all in all.
I will tell you of clothes
And of pleasure and then
I will show you all new kinds
Of ways you can sin.”
“Look at me!
Look at me now!” said the Snake
“If you eat of this apple
Then you’ll be awake.
You will know right from wrong
You will see as HE sees
Then you can decide
How to act as YOU please.”
That is what the snake said
As Eve looked in my eye
She said “I’m just not sure
’bout this little guy.
He says lots of things
That sound real nice to hear,
But what would our Father say?
That’s just not clear.”
And our Angel spoke up “Think of
What you were taught!”
He said, “Will HE like this?
Oh, no! HE will not.
This is not a good thing
You do not wish to know
What will happen if you
Let him show what he shows.”
Then he turned to the snake
and he said “You should go.
Their Father will punish you
for your ego.
You should not be here
When our Father is not.
You get out of this wood
Or else you will be caught!”
“But I like to be here.
And I don’t want to stop!”
Said the Snake in the Tree
to the Angel up top.
“I will not go away.
I do not wish to go!
And so,” Said the snake
I will show you
Some more good things that you should know!”
And then he crawled down
and as quick as a blink,
He looked up at us and said
“Here’s what I think.
The best part of you has been
blocked from your mind.
You can have LOTS of fun
when you two are combined.”
Then he sat up at us
And he said with a grin
“Now this is what we call
On your skin are two things
I will show to you now.
You will like these two things.”
Said the snake with a bow.
“If you just take a bite
of this apple I brought
You will learn of this Sin
and will like it a lot.
I will tell you all how
And you’ll learn something new
with those things; let us call them
Thing One and Thing Two.
These Things will not bite you.
They want to have fun!
If you’ll just let me show you
Thing Two and Thing One!”
And Evie and I
Did not know what to do,
We did not know what it meant
To learn something new.
The Angel said “No!
Please just listen to me!
Those things are intended
Your Father will tell you
But please listen now!
You must not eat the fruit
That He did not allow.
He should not be here
When your Father is not!
Put him out! Put him out!
You don’t know what Snake sought.”
“Have no fear, Angel friend”
Said the Snake in the grass
“The things that you fear
They will not come to pass!”
And then turning to Eve
The snake said “Is it clear
What God Said of this fruit?”
The snake looked with a sneer.
“IF we touch it or look at it
Then Surely we’ll die.”
Evie said, “It’s the only rule
We must abide.”
“Surely not!” Said the Snake
“You will not surely die!
It is good fruit!” he said
“I would not tell a lie!”
The Angel and I
Did not know what to say.
Evie looked at the Snake
and the Fruit, then away.
She reached up and touched
The Fruit up in the tree
She pulled it right off and then
Looked right at me.
She took a big bite and then
Started to chew,
And her eyes lit up
As she said to me “You
Must try this new fruit
God forbade us to eat!
It is good, Oh so good!
It is ever so sweet!”
And the serpent crawled off
As I looked in her eyes
And I took from her hand
The great fruit of the wise.
I took a big bite
And I saw it was true!
There was so much to learn!
There was so much that’s new!
Then we noticed the Things
That the Snake told us of,
And we felt quite ashamed
Of this new kind of love
So we knitted the leaves
Of a fig tree found near
And then to our great horror
Oh, what should we hear?
“Say Adam and Evie,
Oh where did you go?
I must talk to you.”
Said Father “Hello?
Where are you?” He said
And then I replied “Here…
I heard you and ’cause I was
Naked I feared
That you would be angry
with Evie and me.”
Then God looked at us and said
“How can this be?
Who said you were naked?
Did you eat of the tree?”
Then I said, “Evie ate it
And gave it to me.”
And God looked at the woman
and said to here “Eve”,
But before he continued she said
“I was deceived
By that snake that you saw
Run away over there
By the bush.” And God
Looked with a glare
At the Serpent and said
“You are Cursed now, you hear?
For the thing you have done,
You will now live in fear.
You will crawl on your belly
You will only eat dust
And one day, Eve’s Grandchild
Will do what he must
To correct this error
With a great thing that’s just.”
To the woman He said
“Eve, just to be clear,
I will now make your childbirthing
Pain quite severe.
And also, you must
Be Obedient now
To Adam, your husband,
Obey him somehow.”
To me he said
“Adam, you’ve made a mistake
By listening to Eve
You will hurt, you will ache.
The Earth will not mind you,
No it will not obey,
So hard work will sustain you
Throughout all of your day.
By the sweat of your brow
You will work for your food
Til’ the day that you die,
Then Adam, well, you’d
Turn back to dust
Since from dust you were taken.
You shouldn’t have listened
To Eve; you’re mistaken
To think that My Word
Would be quickly forgot.
And now stay in this Garden
Is something you’ll not
Continue to do,
I’m afraid you must leave.”
Then Eve and I wept
as we turned, and we grieved.
This Paradise Lost
That we once had, forever
Was forbidden to us
And then God said “However…
Before you should go,
I will take care of you
For you are my children
and I will see you through.”
And He gave them new clothes
Made of warmer fur choices
And then sent them away
With a cry in their voices.
For Adam and Eve were
Removed from His Grace,
As they gazed at the new Earth
And then took their place.
I turned to my love
And said “I shall not fear,
For though this is sad,
I am with you, my dear.
The future is hard, but
We will persevere.
Together we will
Be Earth’s new pioneer.”
We turned from the Garden,
To the East we were led
To begin our new lives
A new pathway to tread.