Lyrics via Google:
Yao! Rasta, unu hear sey some blackman say im waan turn American president?
Im think sey, dem a go skin up dem teeth and watch im?

Chorus
Mama mama
Com mek wi talk o
Com mek wi talk about Barack Obama
Papa! Papa!
Com make wi talk o
Com make wi talk about Barack Obama
Barack Barack, Barack Obama (2x)

Stanza (verse) 1
Originally steping out-a Kenya Africa
Adopted into the cold woodlands of America
Trust me Iyah,
Dem youth defy every order an' turn senator
Rat-Rat-Rat-Rat!
De gunshot of hate continue fi echo in-a every corner
How com blackman become president in a money-mecca?
Barack beware! Barack beware! Barack beware!
before dem turn ya name into Barack Osama
In a dis ya time,judgement a com without waata
For legalising abortion in a america,a-fyah! fyah!

Repeat Chorus

Stanza (verse) 2 lyrics from museke.com
9-11 was de beginning of satan endtime
Baptising black americans in a bitter juice of lime
Making sure no black man in a america will see his prime
In a dis ya time a black american president a great sign
Too long dem disrespect blacks and africans combined
pon black peoples flesh and blood,de kuklax clan love fi dine
Watch out Barack Obama and intensify ya power turbine
Or else breddren Obama,your dark days will never sublime

Chorus

Singing verse
Precious sheep grazing in their territory
(brother Barack watch out)
Some don't love you
They only faking it
(brother Barack watch out)
Many righteous ones been sacrificed by this very same system
As you keep the fire burning,black president

Stanza (verse) 3 lyrics from museke.com
Yahman! yahman! yahman!
"God bless america" the idiot bwoy always say
When de bombs and weapons fly over innocent people head
Oh Obama,me neva hear you talk 'bout africa yet
Or is it a nice way of swerving dem in a ya capaign?
Mr Obama,bring dis poly-tricks money to africa andkeep de poverty at bay
Too long black people keep nyaming up horse hay
Wake up Obama and don't join de band wagon of de gay
Beware Obama!Watch out Obama!Look around you
the people dem show you nuff smile
but dis smile dem a fake! fake! fake! fake smile dem!
Watch out Obama,a-fake!

From the urban dictionary link above:

"Oh darn, there goes my appetite, for the semen trees in front of the South Campus Dining Hall are in bloom."

I think some folks who have waited tables (I have not) should chime in here. IMO, if you're tallying points in your head based on each little mistake your waiter/waitress is making, you're a douchebag who can't enjoy dining out. Tip reasonably--half the mistakes that are made in restaurants aren't the server's fault anyway.

It's one of those very annoying things about visiting America.

In most countries tipping is pretty much as he shows it (although not as overt). You give a tip for great service, and don't for none too great service, or if you think the meal is already overpriced for what it is etc.

To have tipping 'built in' to the price is utterly ridiculous and completely detracts from what it is supposed to be. It's supposed to be a reward for doing a great job, not a guaranteed amount you get regardless of how terrible you are at your job.

Of course, the US also has the utterly retarded thing of having tax added onto the price at the till also. So if you're dining at a restaurant, the price on the menu is only the beginning, then you have to work out the tip and tax on top of that.

So, so backwards.

Still, holds no candle compared to this:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Gypsy_Van_Front.jpg

Gypsy home built in 1968 on a 1937 GMC F-16 Chassis. The framework is oak, and the interior is handcrafted in fine woods and leather with antique furniture. It can sleep six (a double bed is located in a loft beneath the dome visible above the cab), and it has a full-sized stove, a sink, a shower, hot and cold running water, a coal burning stove, a living/dining area and a back porch.

Originally named "Leviathan," the truck was present on the first day of building People's Park, April 20, 1969. It was also driven, with friends, to a Spring, 1969 love-in on the top of Mount Tamalpais near San Francisco.

Don’t you dare say that you weren’t warned
that the end was coming soon.
And your eyes shined like Oppenheimer
as he talks about the moon.

And he don’t even taste the food he eats anymore.
And there’s a space in place of where his heart was before.
And he don’t even taste the food he eats anymore.
And she don’t wanna dine alone
And he don’t wanna die alone.
And she wants to live to eat.

Don’t you dare say that you weren’t warned
that the end was coming soon.
And your eyes shined Enola Gay-like
as you see the light of day.

And he don’t even taste the food he eats anymore.
And there’s a space in place of where his heart was before.
And he don’t even taste the food he eats anymore.
And he don’t wanna dine alone
And she don’t wanna die alone.
And he wants to eat to live.

You’re an elegant little pelican.
And all your sorrows are stacked
amongst your nest of friends.

And over time, defined by how you carry on.
And all of the tore songs you keep inside.
And all of the songs that hang in the night
even after you’re gone.

Darkside is were I'm commin' from all alone,
strangeling niggaz is fakin' on the microphone,
cuz I've bin around and I'm a be around again,
who is it? The black nigga that they call Ren,
Won't be brackin' on a nine dubble M,
my still talk kids turn tricks and you sticks n' stones,
so say wuzz up to my niggaz on the sidewalk,
but all my black the jack so I can night stock,
cuz carry a big stick for niggaz that never shot
beabe gall alwayz talkin' 'bout the trigga, just to get
payed and make it all routin, if I crack pop they runnin'
form tha scene'. There's to many recordz out that ain't
sayin' nuthin', and fake az radio stations ain't playin'
nuthin', sh*t gotta get back, it's time to MC, to many
new niggaz ain't sure like L.B.
I wanna be L and only care from the crean.
Aposse like a bit*h they get put it in the magazine,
get away - french, you ain't right all, you ain't the
source. Niggaz wanted to get with me, but your sh*t was
horse. Ploakin' in my cliss the warz for competition.
If a crit nigga hang around they get a listen.
Try to peep in my note book, but lost a leg. Got
paralised neck up from what you read, a mad scientist...

Weak az niggaz keep I.N.S, but who can come and fade
the mad scientist. I've bin away from the public, cause
I am a enemy. with the black peane disappear like Houdini.
God of the univers I control your soul, shaking niggaz up
from the bottom of the north pole. In my double S four

fifty four with my size ten still towe showe to the floor.
It's simple, don't wanna make it complicated, cuz ya
simple minded niggaz might get frustrated, with ya bang-
bang boogie, cuz Ren heard enough, cuz niggaz don't come
with the funky stuff, that I used to hear in 83 and 84,
when sh*t had to be hardcore, ciminal minded,
you've bin blinded, I'm lookin' for some sh*t like that
but can't find it, 6'n the mornin', police at my door,
niggaz don't make that kinda sh*t no more, sippin' az
niggaz make way, cuz Ren don't play that shit, I'm screamin'
mayday, a f**kin' mad scientist...

Sneaky, sneaky is how I creap up on ya, I clear my throat
and then I drop bombz on ya, now be onest did ya think
the villain releit knew niggaz come out get out the work,
that I put in, figure the pin and I write to the hands feels
of the writes
shit down and dirty you were swear these apetaitis. I be creating
wut ya body longs for and fake az niggaz this is who the song's for,
a mad scientist, but I won't make a frankers dine, I just write
a rhyme, now I blow ya f**kin' mind. You can't follow this I did'nt
leave a sitch, you can't fool the 5 procent that means tray repesentin'
I'm wokin' up light and livin' civilized, the messager elaise yo,
they opened up my eyez. And the B boyz stand on my throne in black
niggaz scared as hell because the villain is back from the sinner
of the earth I'd makin' way like a goffer, nigga by my self, I'm
takin' over, on a mad scientist...

You mean I finally get to do my first *quality? Woohoo! Drinks are on me.


Ok, so this was years ago, and I was at a friend's birthday party. I had lost a significant amount of weight because I would bicycle everywhere, and I hadn't been out drinking. So I decide, damnit man, ahm Scah-ish, and I'm goun ta drink meh ancestor's drink! So I get a fifth of Cutty Sark and start doing shots. Now, not having ever tried Scotch but once prior to that night, I have to tell ya. It's liquid peat moss. Or maybe just Cutty Sark is. I don't know. But as with any liquor, once you get the first few shots down, you don't even taste or care anymore. So I proceed to drink about more than 1/2 the bottle, as well as a few beers...

So let me lay the scene for you here. We've got a small 1 bedroom apartment crowded with about 30 people. The stereo is up high, and after about 3 hours, I've made it to a chair at the dining room table. I start to get dizzy, so I put my elbows on the table, interlock my fingers and rest my chin in my hands, as I'm looking out into the room. And EVERYTHING is going up and down, in and out, and swirly. You know, like a merry-go-round? I can also hear every word at each of the conversations which were taking place around the room, as well as in whatever song was playing at the time. I don't even remember who eventually was around me but people were saying stuff like "Oh man, look how white he is!" "Dude, you need to go to the bathroom..." And I'm going "No, it's ok. I'm not gonna puke...I'm not gonna"

The last thing I saw was vomit shooting through my interlaced fingers.

So what do you do? Just put yourself there for a minute. Your that fucked up and you just start throwing up. Yup, I cupped my hands together to lean forward and make a bowl with my hands.

Now, physics was the LAST thing on my mind at this point. I forgot a critical variable: volume. Needless to say, I got. it. everywhere. All over the cake, in the ashtrays, people's cigarettes, in people's drinks, on people. Someone told me later I looked like a fire hydrant with an obstruction in the way. Luckily almost everyone there was a friend, so I survived a potential beating. (But at the cost of the ribbing I still take to this day )

So they throw me in the bathroom. Now, I'm conscious enough to know that I don't want someone pissing next to my face as I bow before the Porcelain God, so I lock the door. And promptly pass out. Eventually I finally wake up enough to open the door, and am promptly hauled out passed the line that formed, and am unceremoniously dumped on the bed. The only recollection I have of the rest of the night, is waking up several times lying face down, my hands and arms in the "goalpost" formation, and my head to pointing to the left. Have you ever gotten tired of lying in one position? I lifted my head, just to turn it to the right and got the whole Ferris Wheel action from before. So I kept passing out unable to turn my head.

Next morning, incredibly, I had no hangover. However, that is the only night in my life where I have no recollection of events. You could say I blew the dog and I'd have to take your word on it.

Ah well...it's good for a laugh.

If your analogy is to be valid, you have to include the choice of whether to eat out, the choice of where to eat, and the choice of what to order; not just the choice of whether to pay the bill.

It is invasive when someone forces you to eat out, forces you to dine at a certain restaurant, forces you to order a certain meal, and then forces you to pay the bill. It doesn't matter how "good" the restaurant is, or how "good" the food is; people are being forced to "eat" it and that is exactly what Gandhi spent his whole life protesting against.

If you can answer yes to any question starting with "The government should be allowed to force law-abiding citizens to..." then you are nothing like Gandhi. Gandhi was uncompromising about his stand on non-violence.

>> ^rougy:
>> ^imstellar28 Stellar, it is not "invasive" for you to pay your fair share any more than it is "invasive" for your dinner party to expect you to pay your share of the bill, plus gratuity.

I love hummingbirds, my parents have some bottlebrush shrubs outside their dining room window and they're always zooming around them in the summertime. They're remarkably aggressive when other hummingbirds are around.

oh ok, didnt come up as a dupe when posting
thx anyways

In reply to this comment by Deano:
Hi,

Had to dupeof your cruise ship video as it was a dupe of http://www.videosift.com/video/Rough-Seas-Destroy-Cruise-Ship-Dining-Room?fromdupe=Weather-ruins-a-perfect-cruise-ship-lunch.

Hi,

Had to dupeof your cruise ship video as it was a dupe of http://www.videosift.com/video/Rough-Seas-Destroy-Cruise-Ship-Dining-Room?fromdupe=Weather-ruins-a-perfect-cruise-ship-lunch.

This video has been declared a duplicate; transferring votes to the original video and killing this dupe - dupeof declared by Deano.

Slightly shorter than http://www.videosift.com/video/Rough-Seas-Destroy-Cruise-Ship-Dining-Room but not by much. Clearly a dupe.

*dupeof=http://www.videosift.com/video/Rough-Seas-Destroy-Cruise-Ship-Dining-Room

For God's sake - don't buy the china cabinet! Then you'll have to fill it. And of course, you'll have to buy the matching buffet, dining table set....