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For all of the MLAs who voted in favor of the recent legislation to force a contract on teachers, and undermine their constitutional rights, lets make a commemorative plaque which will bear their names and leave a historical record of their actions.
This could be a good fundraiser for the labour movement with moneys raised being donated to foodbanks.
Perhaps also a specially dedicated website hosted by the unions listing the MLAs' names and pictures and a space where people can post comments showing their appreciation for the work of their elected officials.
I don't think I would call it the Labour Hall of Fame though. Perhaps there is some other name which could be used. —Plaque Girl
I work at a great local restaurant in the city. We have a diverse menu, take lots of care to make it special and unique. Yet every week, at least one table has to come in and shit on it. "I don't understand this.” ”None of this appeals to me.” "Who eats this food? Yuck." This without ordering a damn thing. I am a nice, pleasant human and will go through anything you don't get or understand, but for fuck's sake work with me, be a half decent person!
Here's a thought—before you make the reservation, look up the menu online. If it doesn't appeal to you—go to Montana's. I get different strokes, but why come into a restaurant to shit all over it and make me uncomfortable.
P.S. After you stopped your assholery and ordered, you loved everything. Dick. —Server Grip
Well...you may but I will continue to take your picture and film you. You see the problem is that you like my lovely, dark yard. You leave your condoms and condom wrappers lying around. You go as far as smoking crack back there too. Unacceptable. May I suggest that you find somewhere else? —CamGuy
So I moved to a rural town, proclaimed online as “a retirement village,” hoping to find some peace and quiet among the retired folks. I'm only 32, but still...
Instead I ended up in a village full of crack-smoking, junkie ass, degenerate, cousin-fucking inbreds, who think they are a gang. Running “the hood,” as they call the place. Holy goddamn drama, of an infinite proportion!
Fuck this place! I can't wait to get back to the city, even if it is full of sirens and drunk people puking everywhere. —ARRRRRG FUCKING ARRRRG
So a downtown Halifax trendy boutique now has a "shop dog" wandering at will? Very cute, yes, but please be mindful some people have health issues that are animal-triggered (allergies, asthma, hives)—also not very sanitary considering the crap outside that dogs walk through and then track through your store—ewww! —I just wanna shop in peace
OK, the new city snow manager has to stop. There is no reason that the snow couldn't have been pushed further back the first storm instead of 3 feet from the curb. You can start paying me for your snow removal. 30 cm of snow turned into a 4x4ft+ dam at the end of my driveway. No longer the cities problem and it is off the street. Now it's my problem. I have plowed and this is stupid. Snow that was light now has been compacted. These kinds of decisions kill people. —Matt
Why do you just push all the snow in the street making it a hazard to drive down the road? You are that lazy you can't raise a shovel? Come on. —Dartmouth driver