MisterCairo
I'll Lock Up
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Navel lint.
Is this a nautical term?Navel lint.
I'm going to do my best to stay away from the above posts and topics as they seem pretty political and I promise myself everyday to not go there on this site out of respect for the site's rules (and my sanity). So I am trying to respond just to the very specific consideration you raised to me about a domestic abuser.
I do not believe the premise underlying your analogy is apt. The domestic abuser - I believe you are implying (if I'm wrong, please tell me and I will openly acknowledge my mistake) should have known by cultural and societal norms and convention what he was do was morally wrong and legally wrong. Hence, no longer beating his wife is hardly a moment for pride. I agree with that.
Many of this country's past sins began at a time when they - slavery for one - were an accepted norm and practice by many (not all) cultures in many (not all) countries. Hence, I don't see our country changing its norms and laws for the much better over the long sweep of history - where norms, standards, practices have changed - as the same as a criminal today renouncing his immediate criminal past behavior. I see it as a country doing a lot wrong, but eventually also getting a lot right over a long period of time. That's what I'm proud of. But again, out of respect to the forum rules and other members, I'm trying real hard to only answer your query to me - I don't want to open this up any wider than it is or respond to any of the subsequent posts.
The oh so soft but nonstop sound of someone's music playing somewhere. The thumping plays quietly as background music to my world right now. Just loud enough and monotonous enough to be by now really annoying. Inconsiderate people, they're the worst.
In June of 2015 people in the neighborhoods just east of ours called the local police to report finding similar paraphernalia on their front lawns one Sunday morning. They had been distributed on six streets, but the police said no crime was committed because the fliers, although "KKK affiliated", contained no specific threats. It also appeared to be completely random since several of the properties where the fliers were discovered were owned or occupied by families of Hispanic descent.In Maine, statistically the whitest state in the union, the Ku Kluxers are distributing literature all over the place. They drive thru neighborhoods at night and throw little plastic bags weighted with gravel, and containing a flyer showing a hooded Klansman pointing at you over a caption that says "You Can Sleep Tonight Knowing The Klan Is Awake."
Happy 2017. "We've come so far."
Pulling off the road into a shopping complex, I loathe people who slam on their brakes when the other two crosslanes have a STOP sign but inbound traffic does not.
Along this line are the annoying who have the loud phone conversations in restaurants whether they be in line waiting to order, pay, or pick-up, or be seated. They so desperately need for us to know their business and realize how wonderful and important they are. Much more so than their captive audience who should realize how lucky they were to have witnessed such greatness.Another thing is the person who takes a telephone call while on a piece of equipment and proceeds to have a long and loud conversation for - I kid you not - sometimes a half hour or longer. How does anyone think this is appropriate? I understand a quick call or a quiet call - but I'm talking loud and long. Sometimes, I think it is the accumulation of all these "small" annoyances that simply wear you out as a person.
Probably more interesting than most of the conversations I have heard.We once had a proctologist standing in our popcorn line, loudly quacking into a cellphone about what he found in some guy's bowel. It was one of those nights.
Along this line are the annoying who have the loud phone conversations in restaurants whether they be in line waiting to order, pay, or pick-up, or be seated. They so desperately need for us to know their business and realize how wonderful and important they are. Much more so than their captive audience who should realize how lucky they were to have witnessed such greatness.
We need that in our local libraries.It got so bad on commuter trains out of the city here (Chicago) that all rush hour trains now have a "quiet car" where cell phone conversations, and even normal conversational volume tête-à-têtes between passengers, are verboten.
Along this line are the annoying who have the loud phone conversations in restaurants whether they be in line waiting to order, pay, or pick-up, or be seated. They so desperately need for us to know their business and realize how wonderful and important they are. Much more so than their captive audience who should realize how lucky they were to have witnessed such greatness.
It got so bad on commuter trains out of the city here (Chicago) that all rush hour trains now have a "quiet car" where cell phone conversations, and even normal conversational volume tête-à-têtes between passengers, are verboten.
Selfish people block aisles whether they have a phone in hand or not. I enjoy making them move; often times by space invading or hovering. Occasionally, I ask politely.The cellphone plague is at its worst in American supermarkets. People will think nothing of blocking entire aisles by parking their carriages crosswise and then standing in front of or behind them, yapping into their squawkboxes about inconsequential nonsense that could easily wait until they were someplace other than blocking my access to the cat food display. I have on many occasions turned around, walked all the way around the next aisle and then up the desired aisle from the other direction to get at what I need, only to find that they've shifted their position so they're now blocking it from a different angle. "They'll Do It Every Time."