People I Don’t Feel Sorry For

The longer you spend in this world and the more you observe about it, the more you realize that there are certain groups of people who don’t deserve your sympathy. Certain groups of people who you shouldn’t have to be nice to, people who simply exist for you to ridicule and for other’s to take advantage of. Not that I condone taking advantage of people, but when whatever God you happen to believe in if any has made it so simple, sometimes it’s hard to help. Here are just a couple classes of people who have obviously been beaten relentlessly with a stupid stick.

1. People who fall for telephone, mail and email scams.

Ok, we’ve all gotten them at one time or another. The letters that show up in your mail telling you that “you may already be a winner” or other such nonsense. The ones that go on to tell you that if you’ll simply give them all manner of your personal information and send them a small fee, you’ll be entered into a draw and will win big, or better yet, that you’ve already won and all it’ll take is your personal details and a processing fee of some kind.

The email from the esteemed Doctor Bababubbubbubbaahbooboo of the Nigerian Office Of Diplomatic Rectal Surgery claiming that for whatever reason, probably a botched procedure, that his family and fortune are in danger and he needs your help. If you want to help him, all you need to do is reply and indicate your interest, and giving him your bank account number so he’s got someplace to stash the cash would help too. In return for your generosity and compassion, you’ll get to keep a wackload of the fortune.

Or those telemarketing calls you get from somebody happily informing you that you’ve won the Deviant Electronics Birthday Dildo Lottery and that if you’ll simply provide your credit details or call the 1-900 number to pay the processing fee, (which really isn’t as large and overdone as it sounds by the way,) you’ll be sent your big money payoff.

Now most of us, at least I like to think it’s most of us, see this stuff for what it is and hang up the phone, delete the email, or throw the junk in the trash. But sadly, these scams are able to rake in millions of dollars every year. And why? Because people are idiots. When you fall for something as stupid as this, you stop being a victim and commence being a retard. It’s pretty simple logic actually. Somebody shoots you, you’re a victim, you can’t stop them. You get robbed, you’re a victim, you’re being intimidated and for the sake of your life it might be best to cough up the goods. You get raped, victim. You’re most likely being overpowered and you’ve probably got either a knife or a gun being held to you in a threatening manner. You send the Nigerian guy your banking info, you’re a retard. End of story, end of argument.

Then these people have the balls to go on the news to tell their stories and expect people to feel sorry for them. A lot of people do, but not me. Come on, why should I? Most of you have seen these things. They’re so obviously scams that they’re laughed at or ignored by just about everybody. In fact there are entire websites that exist for the soul purpose of writing back to the scammers and fucking with them. So how is it then that a person in his or her right mind could fall for these things? It’s simple. They don’t. Idiots fall for them and idiots are not in their right mind because most times they don’t have a right mind to be in. The only people I feel sorry for when this happens though are the older people. Some of them just legitimately don’t know better. That’s sad and anybody who can do that to an old person with a clear conscience is a fucking scumbag. Kind of makes you rethink the validity of that old saying the older the wiser, but that’s not the point.

The only thing I can’t figure out is if these people are genetically stupid or if they suffer from what I like to call monetary stupidity. I’m guessing that the answer is somewhere in the middle. You have to have something wrong with you to let your guard down like that, and the thought of all that money being yours is enough to push some people over the edge and convince them to throw all sense out the window. But whatever kind of stupid you are, you’re still stupid.

2. College kids who die because of hazing rituals and the people who feel sad about it.

The media loves this stuff. “College students running wild” they call it. Or “kids out of control.” Whatever it is, it’s all a buzz phrase for “your kid is a fuckup and deserved what he got.”

Now I know that sometimes the poor student doesn’t have much of a choice in the matter, like one guy that a friend told me about who was pretty much taken out of the dorm and dumped out in the middle of a new city and expected to find his way home with 2 bucks in his pocket. That’s different. That’s almost what you’d consider harmless teen fun. All he had to do was take the bus home and no, he didn’t die. It’s a mean prank, but nobody got hurt.

What I’m talking about here are the kids who decide to pledge a fraternity or enter a drinking contest. I was watching Inside edition the other night and they had a story about a new trend that is “killing kids.” It seems that kids are allowing other kids to funnel gallons of water down their throats as part of some sort of an initiation ritual. This, as you are hopefully aware, is not very smart and certainly not something that a bright and well respected college student would do. Which is why I’m convinced that it’s not the bright and well respected students who are dying from that sort of shit. You don’t have to pledge to the Fraternity. You can see what they want you to do and say “fuck that, I’m living off campus.” Come to think of it, that’s probably what the smart ones do. Do people really need acceptance that bad? If so, that’s pretty pathetic and if you’re one of those people, you probably don’t have much of a future especially if you’re dumb enough to drown yourself in the name of living in a fucking house. That’s all a fraternity is, it’s a fucking house. Get over it.

I’m sure some of you out there reading this right now are thinking that I’m the biggest unfeeling asshole on the face of the earth for saying some of this stuff, and if being an unfeeling asshole involves telling people the truth even if it’s a harsh one, then you’d be right. It’s just that some people don’t deserve my sympathy, so I’m not giving it to them. Why be nice about it?

Since the commenting is still broken, you can send any feedback on this to me here. I’m not going too far in the next little while so I’m sure if your comments are good they’ll find their way up here. Maybe I’ll even put up the stupid ones just to further illustrate my point.

The Envelope Please

I just read this over on
CBC News.
It’s too funny not to post.

Rumsfeld world’s best language-mangler
Last Updated Tue, 02 Dec 2003 13:11:37

LONDON – U.S. Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld has emerged the “clear” winner for a British award given to the worst mangler of the English language.

The Plain English Campaign has handed Rumsfeld this year’s “Foot in Mouth” prize for statements he made about the hunt for Iraq’s weapons of mass destruction. The campaign strives to have public information delivered in straightforward English.

Rumsfeld’s mangled message?

“Reports that say something hasn’t happened are interesting to me, because as we know, there are known unknowns; there are things we know we know. We also know there are known unknowns; that is to say we know there are some things we do not know. But there are also unknown unknowns — the ones we don’t know we don’t know.”

“We think we know what he means. But we don’t know if we really know,” said John Lister, spokesman for the campaign.

The campaign says Rumsfeld beat out actor-turned-politician Arnold Schwarzenegger, whose contribution was: “I think that gay marriage is something that should be between a man and a woman.”

Prime Minister Jean Chrétien didn’t even make the short list for his contribution last September when he said: “I know, a proof is a proof. What kind of proof is a proof? A proof is a proof and when you have a good proof it’s because it’s proven.”

Previous award winners include actress Alicia Silverstone and British chancellor Gordon Brown. Last year’s worst language-mangler was actor Richard Gere, who said: “I know who I am. No one else knows who I am. If I was a giraffe and somebody said I was a snake, I’d think, `No, actually I’m a giraffe’.”

The campaign gives out eight other prizes for bad English including worst e-mail, bad instructions or confusing regulations.

Letters To Santa

Man, this flu or whatever I’ve got is pretty horrid. I went to sleep at about 7 o’clock at night without having any food or anything, and this is after a day of eating nothing but noodles and drinking water and stuff like that. So I woke up now, which would be about 20 after 4 feeling pretty damn hungry. So I’m trying to stand up long enough to make some soup, it’s just cuppa soup, anything else would be too complicated. So I’m probably up for the day now since I’ve slept for like 9 hours, even though my whole body is killing me and I’m still tired. But on the bright side, at least I don’t have to go anywhere because of it.

But enough about me and my complaining, here’s something funny I found in my big stack of email.

If Santa were honest…..

I wud like a kool toy space ranjur fer xmas. Iv ben a gud boy
all yeer
Yer Frend
BiLLy

Dear Billy,
Nice spelling. You’re on your way to a career in lawn care. How
about I send you a fucking book so you can learn to read and write? I’m
giving your older brother the space ranger. At least HE can spell!
Santa

Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl all year, and the only thing I ask for is
peace and joy in the world for everybody
Love,
Sarah

Dear Sarah,
You’re parents smoked pot when they had you, didn’t they?

Dear Santa,
I don’t know if you can do this, but for Christmas, I’d like for
my mommy and daddy to bet back together. Please see what you can do.
Love,
Teddy

Dear Teddy,
Look, your dad’s banging the babysitter like a screen door in a
hurricane. Do you think he’s gonna give that up to come back to your frigid
mom, who rides his ass constantly? It’s time to give up that dream. Let me
get you some nice Legos instead.
Santa

Dear Santa,
I want a new bike, a Playstation, a train, some G.I. Joes, a dog,
a drum kit, a pony and a tuba.
Love,
Francis

Dear Francis,
Who names their kid “Francis” nowadays? I bet you’re gay.
Santa

Dear Santa,
I left milk and cookies for you under the tree, and I left
carrots for your reindeer outside the back door.
Love,
Susan

Dear Susan,
Milk gives me the runs and carrots make the deer fart in my face
when riding in the sleigh. You want to do me a favor? Leave me a bottle of
scotch.
Santa

Dear Santa,
What do you do the other 364 days of the year? Are you busy
making toys?
Your friend,
Thomas

Dear Thomas,
All the toys are made in China. I have a condo in Vegas, where I
spend most of my time making low-budget porno films. I unwind by drinking
myself silly and squeezing the asses of cocktail waitresses while losing
money
at the craps table. Hey, you wanted to know.
Santa

Dear Santa,
Do you see us when we’re sleeping, do you really know when we’re
awake, like in the song
Love
Jessica

Dear Jessica,
Are you really that gullible? Good luck in whatever you do. I’m
skipping you

Dear Santa,
I really really want a puppy this year. Please please please
PLEASE PLEASE could I have one
Timmy

Dear Timmy,
That whiney begging shit may work with your folks, but that crap
doesn’t work with me. You’re getting a sweater again
Santa

Dearest Santa,
We don’t have a chimney in our house, how do you get into our
home?
Love
Marky

Mark,
First, stop calling yourself “Marky”, that’s why you’re getting
your ass kicked at school. Second, you don’t live in a house, you live in a
low-rent apartment complex. Third, I get inside your pad just like all the
burglars do, through your bedroom window.
Sweet dreams,
Santa

Just Checkin’ In

Hey everyone.

Just checkin’ in cuz I ain’t posted anything today and Steve is a piece of shit… err… I mean sorry. Steve feels like shit. My bad.

So our comments are down. That’s great. Much thanks to Karine for passing on some info for other options for commenting and I’ll try to get that figured out in the next day or so when I get some time. Squawkbox can kiss my ass. there was no mention of having to upgrade when I set up… so fuck them.

Ummm. Well it seems I really don’t have much to say. That’s a lie. I got lots to say but the Leaf game is about to come out of intermission so I’m gonna go watch the 3rd and see my boy Owen Nolan wreck some more bodies. But first…

We’ll start something that I’ll try to do everyday. We’ll call it The Rejected Christmas Carol Of The Day. Some of these will be mine, some I will steel from other places and hopefully you’ll send in your suggestions to me or Steve or on our comment board when we get it back up and going.

The first one I’ll steel from my friends in that great punk rock band, The Vandals. So today’s Rejected Christmas Carol is….

“My First Christmas As A Woman”

Take Care, All

Well That’s Just Great

So it seems that I’m coming down with some sort of flu. It really isn’t very nice at all and it looks like I’m going to be stuck pretty close to home for awhile. This means that 1 of 2 things is going to be happening.

1. I’ll be posting all kinds of stuff since I’ve got lots of time to think and search out weird things, or

2. I’m going to kind of drop off the face of the earth for the next while and Matt will be doing everything.

Whatever happens, I don’t think this whatever it is is going to be gone anytime soon.

More later?

How To Waste Time: Part 7425

I’m sure you’ve all gotten those emails with the weird questions in them. The ones that ask stuff like why do they call them French Fries if they weren’t invented there? Or, why do people say it’s colder than hell outside when everything is obviously colder than hell to start with? Well, a friend of mine sent me a link to a website that’s like those emails to the extreme. There are pages and pages of these things. If you’re looking for something to do to avoid work, or to pass the time between posts over here, go there and try to get through reading all that stuff without your head starting to spin trying to answer it.
Crazy Thoughts.com, it’s stupidly good fun.

Comments Are Broken

Ok, like the title says, the comments are broken. It seems that the provider won’t allow us to continue to use the service unless we pay them $31.36 Canadian to get their pro version. Not sure yet what we’re going to do about it but if anybody knows of a cheaper option, or if the service we use is worth paying for,
please let me know.

By the way, if
Karine
is reading this, what if anything did you pay for your commenting system? I like yours a lot better than ours.

So until we sort all of this out, all of you with comments on anything should email them to us.

Steve
Matt.

More on this as we figure out what we’re gonna do.

To Hell With Canadian Tire

So the other day I’m at Canadian Tire. For our not-so-Canadian friends its basically a hardware/sporting goods/home supplies combination store that you can usually find what you’re looking for in. On this particular day, it is absolutely packed. There are about 7 counters, only 2 of which are opened and no less than 35 people lined up at each one. So, I get talked to the guy ahead of me and he’s just as frustrated as I am. He is purchasing a $1.99 set of picture frame clips to hold them to the wall. I am buying a $3.99 set of specialty batteries and we will both wait at least 20 minutes for these small, yet important purchases.

At that moment, another counter opens and there is a mass stampede towards it. I end up third in line, the guy I was talking to me is second and there is one woman ahead of him, obviously first and we’re in much higher spirits as we’re going to get out in a decent time. This woman is purchasing a $269.00 ceiling fan. And she’s doing it with…. Canadian Tire Money…. NNNOOOO!!!!

Again, for our non-Canadian friends. This is basically a coupon system specific to the Canadian Tire stores. Problem is, the donominations are 5 cents, 10 cents and 25 cents. Basically, you can’t have a $50 bill in Canadian Tire money. They’re small coupons. Back to the story.

This means that this woman is going to count out $269.00 in Canadian Tire money. Needless to say that there is a sizeable grown from the crowd behind her which, of course, she does not acknowledge. She whips out this encyclopedia of Canadian Tire money and begins counting outloud as she lays it down on the counter.

Had this been a good day for me, the woman behind the counter would have allowed a few of us with the under $5.00 items to pass through as she counted… or at the very least been counting along with the woman. But no, not on this day. On this day she allows the woman to count out over $250.00 in 10 cent donominations and THEN picks up the pile and counts it herself to make sure that it is correct. The guy ahead of me and I begin to wonder how badly we need to hang pictures and power unimportant objects… or if the Canadian Tire corperation would really miss our combined 7 dollars after the parade of coupons they were getting back.

We did eventually get through the line. Ironically,the 35 people ahead of us in the other line left well before we ever did. What a royal piss-off.

good-day and PUT YOUR FUCKING COUPONS AWAY WHEN MAKING MAJOR HOME PURCHASES!

A Tale Of Adversity

Gather around, all, as I will pass on to you an inspiring tale of adversity.

This past weekend in Guelph a hockey tournament for boys ages 10-12 was held. It was open to teams from all over Ontario. One of the teams that decided to attend was from Peterborough. The tournament was to start on Friday evening with a game between Peterborough and London.

On Friday afternoon there was a terrible accident on Hwy 401. (the main East/West Hiway through the area for those who don’t know). It kept traffic backed up for hours. Since the Peterborough team did not travel together on a bus, there were parents and players trying desperately to get to Guelph in time for the game. One father went north and decided to take a different Hiway until he got by the accident. He went north to the next Hiway and as he turned on to it he was side swiped by a transport. Both the 12 year old Peterborough goaltender and his father were killed instantly.

In Guelph, the rest of the team assembled in their locker room and wondered where their goalie and his father was. The father had been very involved with the team through his son’s 3 years on the team and it was not like him to not be there. So, they assumed that the two had gotten stuck in the gridlock on the 401 and would not make the game and would be there for their second game later that night. This father was so involved with the team, he had their game jerseys in his car with him so the team as also left without them. They were forced to play the first game in a local Guelph teams practise jerseys as league rules prevent a team from playing without distinguishing jerseys.

They played their first game with their backup goaltender and lost rather convincingly. At game-time for the second game, still no sign of the goaltender or his father so they played their second and last game for the evening without him and lost again, this time not so bad. The kids returned to their hotel after a tough night while the coach did what he could to find out where his missing team member and volunteer were.

The next morning the young boys grandfather got a phone call asking if he knew this name. He of course said yes and was told that the two had been in a bad accident and asked him to come down and identify the body. This was at about 4:45am. He drove the one hour from Peterborough to Toronto and identified the bodies to be his son and grand-son. He then got back in his car and drove another hour to Guelph to the arena where his grand-sons team was to play at 8:30am. As he walked in to the teams locker room as the boys were suiting up for their first of four games on the Saturday having already lost their first two and knowing that they wre all but out of the playoff picture.

The man told the coach what had happened and asked if he could speak to the team. He started by telling these 10, 11 and 12 year olds exactly what had happened in no uncertain terms. They were, of course, shocked. The coach suggested that the team tell the officials that they would not compete in this game as they were not emotionally prepared to do so. The Grandfather cut him off and continued to talk and said that he knew his son and grand-son would want the team, if they were able, to continue on and compete. The entire locker room sat perfectly quiet not knowing what to say. The grandfather said that he would leave it up to them and would understand either way and began to leave.

The 11 year back up goaltender that had played so poorly the night before in the absense of the starter stood up and said “Let’s win this for him guys.”. The boys all turned to him and did not let up with a cheer, but simply knodded in agreement and took to the ice to play their game. The Grandfather was later quoted as saying “I’ve never heard such devotion and confidence from a child as I did when this boy said that he was going to play.”

In something that seemed to be more of a movie than real life, the boys went out and competed with heavy hearts for the four games that they had to play that day. Amazingly, the unskilled, back-up goaltender put up 3 shut-outs and a one-goal against effort in the teams four games carrying them to 2nd in their pool and getting them in to the Sunday playoffs despite the two losses Friday night and the emotional burden they played with.

On Sunday Morning they beat their semi-final opponents in overtime by a score of 1-0 giving the team another shutout and launching them directly in to the final.

So there they stood on Sunday afternoon, with a second-rate goaltender in another teams practise jersey without one of their team mates ready to take on the tournament favourite, Toronto. The game proved to be uneventful as this Peterborough team rolled over Toronto quite easily winning the game marking the first time they scored more than 3 goals in a game during this tournament. Somehow these kids had done something impossible and you couldn’t help but be happy for them. However, even at 10, 11, and 12 years old they had no interest in celebrating. Following the buzzer to end the game, they shook hands with toronto and left the ice and went home. They simply had no interest in celebrating as what they had done was easily the most emotionally draining thing that had ever happend in their short lives and they simply wanted to be with each other, not with the cheering crowd. They saw nothing to cheer about.

While that sounds like something from a Hollywood movie or cheesey Disney production, it’s all very true. It really puts things in perspective when you think about. Even as kids, they understood the tremendous weight of what had happened and responded to it with maturity far beyond their years. A man I know was a parent at the tournament for the Oshawa team and he said you couldn’t help but cheer for them… and shed a teer as they left the ice after the championship game.

I just thought I’d share that with out as it touched me.

Be Safe