>> ^budzos:

Word? Maximum wage? That's the answer?
First I'm oppposed to that on principle. Second, as if the lawyers and accountants wouldn't pass through such legislation like a sieve. How naive. And hypocritical. I mean, assuming this guy has a problem with oppression.
The problem with the economy is complex, that goes without saying. I don't know what can fix it in the short term. In the long term, the most effective thing to do would be to somehow return to a business culture where much of the leadership worked its way up from within the same industry. As opposed to the current paradigm of stuffed shirt MBAs moving straight from school into the corner office while anyone who ever put gloves boots or a helmet on to do work is almost literally relegated to a lower caste, permanently relegated to shitball status.
You get these entitled pricks in charge who have no empathy or even understanding of what it's like to "actually work hard". Hell they often have no idea how to do any job other than "manage people" which has really got to be just about the most automatic skill. I mean I suppose you can learn to manage people but leadership is not management. No wonder it's so easy for them to decide year after year to give themselves raises and bonuses while bringing in consultants to do lay-offs and completely dehumanizing time-motion studies, ruthlessly extracting every drop of proft from the very souls of the workers, etc...

If our democracy has failed to the point where we call valid ideas to fix the system naive then I wonder what at all we'll be able to get done. We must take control or nobody else will.

I agree with your emotional sentiment, but I disagree with your approach. My feelings on this can be best summed up by Tom Smothers:

Dick: What's the matter?
Tom: I don't care.
Dick: Now, wait a minute, tom, what do you mean you don't care?
Tom: I just don't care, I don't like that song, and I just -- so I just don't care.
Dick: You don't care about anything?
Tom: I don't care.
Dick: Don't you care about the world situation?
Tom: I don't care.
Dick: You don't care about that? What about civil rights?
Tom: I don't care.
Dick: What about the high taxes?
Tom: I don't care.
Dick: What?! Well, tell me, what do you think is the greatest single problem in the united states today?
Tom: Apathy.

We still have a government that will take action in the face of a large public outcry; look at what is happening with the TSA right now. Let's try to use it as opposed to simply vilifying those who oppress us without concrete action.

I propose we demand a salary cap because it's currently out of control and the power gained by such excessive salaries is being used to direct policy to support a very small segment of the population. Let's discuss the point.

"We've secretly replaced the lioness urine Kevin Richardson smothers himself in with Gazelle urine. Let's see if anyone notices the difference..."

Excellent observation there westy, I agree. >> ^westy:

nice.
its intresting how new ganras of music spawn new stiles of dance , dub step seems to incurrage a mixture of poping but alows for poping with gaps of smother motoin and spaces to put in other dance styles.

nice.

its intresting how new ganras of music spawn new stiles of dance , dub step seems to incurrage a mixture of poping but alows for poping with gaps of smother motoin and spaces to put in other dance styles.

As much as this makes people all warm and fuzzy, this behavior is completely Beta and I advise against it. Does the girl want to make him happy for the rest of his life? She just looked more caught up in the moment. I bet you anything she ends up with the unicycle guy because Broadway production guy smothered her.

@spoco2, I did not know. Thanks for explaining. Sounds extremely harsh and unfair.

They had commercials here in California a couple years back for some 'Smoke-Free California' committee, and it showed someone smoking in an apartment, and the smoke was thick and billowing up into the air ducts. The camera then took us just through the air duct (you know, like in the movies?), following the smoke, and ending up in another room where the smoke was nearly smothering a sleeping baby.

It was ridiculous. But there are people in the state of California who want smoke-free apartment buildings. To which I'd like to ask where people are supposed to smoke? Their answer would undoubtedly be, "who cares?"

Completely smothered in awsomesauce.

Thanks homes!

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>> ^burdturgler:
This is why I de-claw my cats.
It's also why I smother my dick in catnip.


De-clawing cats is animal cruelty to me.

Why do it anyway, my cat has claws and when he massages me it doesn't hurt. Just make sure they can scratch their nails somewhere.

This is why I de-claw my cats.

It's also why I smother my dick in catnip.

I have know Idea what he was singing about.

edit
In the merry month of May, From my home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted,
Saluted father dear, Kissed my darlin' mother,
Drank a pint of beer, My grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, And leave where I was born,
I cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin,
In a brand new pair of brogues, I rattled o'er the bogs,
And frightened all the dogs,On the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three, four five,
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lol-de-ra.

In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight, Next mornin' light and airy,
Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinkin',
That's an Irishman's cure, Whene'er he's on for drinking.
To see the lasses smile, Laughing all the while,
At my curious style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'.
They ax'd if I was hired, The wages I required,
Till I was almost tired, Of the rocky road to Dublin.

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city.
Then I took a stroll, All among the quality,
My bundle it was stole, In a neat locality;
Something crossed my mind, Then I looked behind;
No bundle could I find, Upon my stick a wobblin'.
Enquirin' for the rogue, They said my Connacht brogue,
Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin.

From there I got away, My spirits never failin'
Landed on the quay As the ship was sailin';
Captain at me roared, Said that no room had he,
When I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy,
Down among the pigs I played some funny rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, The water round me bubblin',
When off Holyhead, I wished myself was dead,
Or better far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin.

The boys of Liverpool, When we safely landed,
Called myself a fool; I could no longer stand it;
Blood began to boil, Temper I was losin',
Poor ould Erin's isle They began abusin',
"Hurrah my soul," sez I, My shillelagh I let fly;
Some Galway boys were by, Saw I was a hobble in,
Then with a loud hurray, They joined in the affray.
We quickly cleared the way, For the rocky road to Dublin.

I dunno, I'm pretty sure I could smother him with my superior fat to muscle ratio.

1. I had an ex-boyfriend violently try to kill himself in front of me. It fucked me up and I dropped out of life for about four years. All my friends gave up on trying to get me out of my shell. As of right now, I have no physical friends aside from my family. I beat myself up about shutting everyone out so completely.

2. I also have an ex-boyfriend who is on death row and he's been there for 8 years. He killed some police officers and when they were fleeing, my friend Allen was gunned down.

3. I had a boyfriend who drowned in a lake. I don't like to call him an ex because we never broke up. He died. It's been almost ten years and I still go to his old LiveJournal and read all the entries and cry.

4. I had a terrifying experience in New Orleans when I was 16. It never showed itself to me, but made awful tapping noises all over my hotel room. Whenever I tried to wake up my parents, it would stop. I was so very very scared.. Even typing this now, I have to repress the urge to cry and turn on all my lights. I'm sweating. When I went to sleep that night, I curled against the headboard, with my back out towards the room. I woke up in the morning and took a hot shower and when I turned around, the hot water stung on my back. I looked at my back in the mirror and there were three long scratches spanning diagonally from the tops of my shoulders to my waist. Even though they had obviously bled and scabbed, there was no blood on my shirt or on the bra I had been wearing. That experience really fucked up my religious beliefs. I like to say that I'm a complete atheist, but whenever I say that, I think back to that night and I'm afraid of what an afterlife is and who or what exists in it.

5. I'm leaking breast milk all over my legs right now, but I'm ignoring the mess.

6. Mensa tried to recruit me as a little girl and it freaked me out. They sent so many letters and called to speak to me all the time. They tried to talk to me at school but I was convinced they were some kind of cult. Plus, they wanted me to spend my summer taking classes and doing homework. Crazy fuckers.

7. I had some rare kind of nerve cancer as a teenager and they cut the tumor from my chin when I was 16. The tumor and the consequent surgery left the lower part of my face numb and my lower lip a bit unresponsive. I drool on myself sometimes and when it's pointed out, I vehemently tell them I had cancer. It makes me laugh at how they scramble to apologize.

8. I used to be really into music and I've played with several bands, ranging from rock to jazz to blues to just jamming. I was really into it and I loved performing at dives and all the free beer. No one cards you when you're the band. But after my ex tried to kill himself, I fell out of that world, too. I regret that more than anything. I love music.. Now I just play for me and somehow it's not the same.

9. I play piano, clarinet, alto and soprano recorders[Hey, those are real instruments, too!], cello, violin, guitar, bass, any stringed instrument really, drum kit, hand drums, etc etc. I haven't really found an instrument I couldn't play. I like to sing a lot. My baby loves it when I sing. That pleases me greatly!! He's my number on fan.

10. I was expelled the last semester of my senior year from high school for doodling in my notebook a stick figure with a crude gun pointed at its head. It was accompanied by the sentence "I hate chemistry." The teacher walked by and saw it, seized it and dragged me to the principal. I was arrested for threatening students with a handgun. [My drawing wasn't specific, I mean, it could have been a sawed-off shotgun?? It was more of a sideways L..] I got 9 months of probation and had to get my diploma by correspondence. It was hilarious and fucked up all at the same time.

11. I had a neighbor freak out on cocaine and whatever else that guy was on. He came over and kept my roommates and I hostage and screamed at us about "sounding out" at night. He also put my roommate's Diamonda Galas CD on and played it full volume. That's what got the police there. Thank God for Diamonda's screeching voice or my other neighbor's wouldn't have called the cops. He also tried to strangle our cat. When the police finally busted down the back door, he was screaming about how he would kill us all. The cops took him to the ground and he told them he was the mayor and they would be fired. Heh.

12. I've been the victim of rape many times. I wonder sometimes if I have an aura that tells people it's ok to hurt me like that..

13. When my baby cried for almost 7 hours straight, I honestly contemplated smothering him. I feel evil because of that.

14. I had a college reading level by fourth grade and teachers would get upset that I wanted to read during recess. I read the same books as my mother and father and of course, some had "questionable" content. Whenever they confiscated one of my books, my dad would get royally pissed and scream at them over the phone. I still love to read. I read compulsively. I read all the labels of everything I buy just because. When I take a shit, if there's nothing to read, I read the back of the shampoo or whatever is close by. To my utter shame, I have read harlequin romance novels. I'll read anything within arms reach, even if it's utter shite. I really love a good book, though. Don't get me wrong!

15. I won a national short story contest for children when I was 12. The story was about a demon who disemboweled hapless victims during one cold winter night. I only really remember one part where the entrails steamed in the snow. What the fuck was wrong with those judges??

16. I talk way, way too much.

17. I have CPS involved in my life because I tested positive in my urine for marijuana when I went to the hospital to deliver my son. I hadn't smoked pot in almost six months. The CPS people call me a liar, but I'm not fucking lying. I read that pot can sometimes be detected up to 90 days after, but it had been twice that. Now I have to go to counseling twice a week for 6 months and they randomly drop by and drug test. They assess my whole house each time and write it up when I don't do the goddamn dishes. I hate CPS. Where were they when I was being abused as a child? Why didn't they care about rape and physical abuse? They ignored me when I begged for help..

18. I'm often way too candid.

19. I hold a grudge like a mother fucker. I try very very hard not to hate certain people. But I often fail.

20. I really love VideoSift. I used to be really into IRC. I have a long history of communicating and making friends over the internet. But the Sift is my favorite. I stopped for a long time and it was really hard not to come here and browse. I would find myself absent-mindedly typing the url. Oi.

21. I'm really into Facebook. It's the only way I talk to my estranged family and friends.

22. I love music, if you can't tell by the stuff I sift. Any and all types of music, except for bad music. Har har. Farhad's queue is one of my favorite places to peruse.

23. When I bare my soul to people, it never ever turns out right.

24. I tend to over-punctuate!!@!!!@1!!11!1!@!111one

25. I love to smile and be cheerful. I find humor in even the most dire of tragedies and I often get flack from that. People don't understand it, I guess.

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>> ^blankfist:
I suppose he intends to smother the vagina.


Its about time someone did. Damn thing is going to kill someone someday.