This video was touching on much more than smiling. That being said, it can be annoying when people TELL you to smile. It is a bit rude and sometimes embarrassing to single someone out like that especially if you don't know them or what they are going though.

Edit: Also, it doesn't take a large city like New York for constant cat calls to happen. Since the age of 11 I found it awkward to walk or ride a bike to the mall or any other crowded area as I would get honked or yelled and that's coming from a medium/small city in Montana. I'm glad to now live in a place where people typically respect each other's privacy in public.

When I went thru Montana in the spring of '96 (by bus, ugh), there was no set speed limit for cars. At night, all vehicles had to obey a speed limit of 65mph and during the day, trucks had a 65mph speed limit. For all other vehicles, the daytime speed limit was whatever could be considered "reasonable and prudent"; so if you wanted to go 110mph it would only take you about 7 hours to make it through Montana on I-90. The phrase "reasonable and prudent" allowed for prosecution such as when driving above the speed limit deemed safe for non-car vehicles during bad rain or snow. In May of '99, Montana changed their maximum speed limit to 75mph.
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It's worth a vote just for the *wtfness.

And - OP: it's more like "Hanna Montana meets Slipknot".

I rather admire the ethics of the zookeeper. They could have made big bucks for the zoo, but instead made the ethical choice of feeding the lions. Who eat meat.

The NYT article above walks us through the reasoning for this giraffe being part of the cycle of life -- albeit the unnatural cycle of life of a caged animal. And why "selling" the giraffe into a life of isolation would have been the cruel act.

Reminds me of a situation in San Francisco Bay, years ago. I may get some details wrong. There was an island with non-native deer, I think, with no natural predators. The deer were in danger of starving to death, so those in charge decided to do a controlled hunt.

All hell broke loose and the wildlife managers caved to public pressure. At ENORMOUS cost, the deer were airlifted into the wilds of Montana, or someplace like that.

The wildlife managers were smart though -- they put tags on the deer, or locator devices, or something. More than 50% of the deer were dead within six months -- killed on the roads, mostly. They didn't know how to live in their new environment.

We are getting so divorced from common sense in our modern world.

Nature is red in tooth and claw. Things die. Lions eat meat. And why not be thrilled for the lions, that they get their natural diet for a change?

Ant?? You're a MONSTER!!!

Philip L. Wright Zoological Museum
Division of Biological Science
University of Montana
Missoula, MT 59812

The fuck happened to Hannah Montana?

The Kaczinsky method of avoiding detection still works today even with the intelligence apparatus in place-...It's called, The Montana Off-Grid

I've only been in an indoor version of this here in Denmark. Though I did once take a dip while helping another person out of a creek in Montana. There was nothing enjoyable about that. Cold temperatures + heavy clothes takes away all the fun.

http://lyrics.wikia.com/James_Keelaghan:Cold_Missouri_Waters

My name is Dodge, but then you know that
'Cause it's written on the chart there at the foot end of the bed
They think I'm blind or I can't read it
I've read it every word, and every word it says is 'death'
So, Confession - is that the reason that you came
Get it off my chest before I check out of the game
Since you mention it, well there's thirteen things I'll name
Thirteen crosses high above the cold Missouri waters

August 'Forty-Nine, West Montana
The hottest day on record, the forest tinder dry
Lightning strikes in the mountains
I was crew chief at the jump base; I prepared those boys to fly
Into the drop zone, C-47 comes in low
Feel the tap upon your leg that tells you go
See the circle of that fire down below
Fifteen of us dropped above the cold Missouri waters

I gauged the fire - I'd seen bigger
So I ordered them to sidehill and we'd fight it from below
We'd have our backs to that river
We'd have it licked by morning even if we took it slow
But the fire crowned, it jumped the valley just ahead
There was no way down, we headed for the ridge instead
Too big to fight it, we'd have to fight that slope instead
Flames one step behind above the cold Missouri waters

Sky had turned red, the slope was boiling
Two hundred yards to safety, death was fifty yards behind
I don't know why, I just thought it
I struck a match to waist-high grass, running out of time
Tried to tell them, step into this fire I've set
We can't make it; this is the only chance you'll get
But they cursed me, ran for the rocks above instead
I lay face down and prayed above the cold Missouri waters

And when I rose, like the phoenix
In that world reduced to ashes, there were none but two survived
I stayed that night and one day after
Carried bodies to the river, wondering how I'd stayed alive
Thirteen Stations of the Cross to mark to their fall
I've had my say, I'll confess to nothing more
And I'll join them now, those that left me long before
Thirteen crosses high above the cold Missouri waters
Thirteen crosses high above the cold Missouri shore

Shenandoah, I long to see you
Far away, you rolling river
Oh Shenandoah, I long to see you
Way down the way, across the wide Missouri

There are ones that don't come from Burma. I know they come from Montana and North Carolina (and nearby places)

Alex Jones seems to believe every theory that crosses his desk.

He also should be the poster boy for what's happened to discourse in this country at large. Gone are the days when people try and convince each other, now we only try to get the most attention from the side that already agrees with us. A shouting tirade of uninterrupted drivel, and if you shout loud enough, there seems to be no shortage of people willing to put a microphone in front of you.

Oh, and gun rights as a basis to defend yourself from the military is retarded. The military would lay waste to whatever arsenal you've got held up in your compound in Montana. You wouldn't even get a chance to hear the supersonic missile that blasts you and your preparations to smithereens.

In that type of revolutionary scenario, the only hope would be in a fractured military, and none of that would be very pretty.

The sad thing is , Alex Jones occasionally grazes and actual decent point, like about large multinational corporations being beyond national taxes and laws, but it's lost in so much bullshit, who could care to listen to him.

He would do well to focus on something, instead of trying to fit every bullshit crackpot idea someone tried to sell a book on into a five minute conversation.

FYI the current 3 promoted videos have as of now gained

7 votes in 17hrs DOCUMENTARY - OFFICIAL CALL OF DUTY BLACK OPS 2
9 votes in 14hrs FACEBOOK PRIVACY POLICY (FOR IDIOTS)
1 vote in 8hrs THE MONTANA HOUSE

sense they were promoted.
Something is most defiantly broken
Is it possible to switch back to the old way of doing promotes untill we come up with something better?

Hey Harry,
Next time you take a walk, try to cross Montana Ave at the intersection you goofy bastard! You're constantly jaywalking in the neighborhood!

16:20 - I would be interested in seeing the complete category list for whichever governing body or organization bestows an award for taking five loads on the face.

Btw, Monté... no, she's not a whore. Not at all. And neither are you for sticking around for the money and nice clothes. After all, it's just a job, right? Just a job. Temporary. It's just what she does NOW. I see a bright future for you both as a couple. Country home, white picket fence, two dogs, cat, kids. Grandkids spending Christmas with you and grandma Cagney some number of years from now, the whole setting right out of Rockwell's brain. The Christmas tree you all went and cut down yourselves, tied to the roof of the station wagon, mounted to a stand you made out of 2x4s and an old sign, decorated with ornaments you and your wife collected over decades and popcorn strung buy the children, a roaring fire in the fireplace (a wonderful necessity since moving from Cali to Montana), four stockings hung over it with names lovingly embroidered in gold by grandma Cagney, and there, atop the mantel, grandma's award for Best Multiple Cumshots to The Face Scene. Can't you just smell the chestnuts?

I'm from Montana and I know a lot of people that call flip flops "thongs".