To the cranky old bag who felt the need to yell at me while I was running:
I don’t care how big your house is. I don’t care how nice your car is. I don’t care that you live on the swankiest street in Halifax. Contrary to what you oh so rudely expressed to me, your street is not private property, and I can and will run on it. This isn’t the first time this has happened, and let’s get one thing straight: you can’t stop me. If you keep this up, pretty soon, instead of going to a nice long scenic run, I’m just going to run 50 metres back and forth, again and again and again, right in front of your house. —Ragin’ Runner
This article appears in Apr 11-17, 2013.


Well, if there’s a sidewalk out front then you can totally fulfill that threat, OB. In fact, The Captain recommends that you do. Have some stinging retorts prepared for when she approaches you. Or, you can always completely ignore her while running back and forth, see how long she can fume and sputter at someone giving her the ol’ silent treatment.
She’s completely out to lunch if she thinks she can keep people off a public sidewalk.
Good for you, OP.
Be sure to wear your “Butthole Surfers” t-shirt when you do.
>: )
Your best best it so do your 50 metre plan and just ignore her like the captain suggested. 😀
run backwards, that always messes with people’s brains
Well, as long as you do things in SPITE, and PISSED OFF, what’s the harm.
Right?
Get ovuh yaself.
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Heh. Ivan’s a surfer. And I’m with him! *wears his ‘I’m with Mitt’ shirt*
Just snorted ‘buca all over the monitor, ya prick. >: )
Take up tap dancing lessons.
OB …that sounds like a really boring run .
So maybe bring something to keep you entertained, while doing so, like ethnic minorities to cheer you on. OR even better …. pay a couple of homeless people to squat there on the sidewalk & cheer you on (you’ll be helping some out while pissing others off , IMO it don’t get no better than that )
..and bring that big ass dog from Point Pleasant to go and greet the lady.
Where is this “private” street? Can’t really comment without that key info.
These comments remind me why I keep comin back here.
I used to live in the apt building just off that street and some people would look at you like you were about to rob them.
You should get a running group together and do cartwheels on the sidewalk in front of her house.
Harassment. Call the cops.
she’s just jealous because YOU can still have babies.
I love this Bitch! Reminds me of a Bitch on here a few months ago, something about a slushy/snow-covered sidewalk, and a miserable old Bitch who wouldn’t clear it so people had to walk on the edge of her property to get by? I’d bet money it’s the same Broad! Some people just have nothing better to do with their time. Retirement and loneliness does that to people. I bet she’s all alone in that big fancy house with about 50 cats (hey, nothing wrong with cats). Proof positive that money doesn’t buy happiness. When you do your “run” can we all have invites? I have a few extra lawn chairs and can bring some refreshments 🙂
yu sownd lik yer sooo jeles caws thay got a howse an yu dontt??? rellly? i got a howse two an i aint parten withh it. i meen that to.
THE HALIFAX CLASS SYSTEM EXPLAINED
“This isn’t the first time this has happened, and let’s get one thing straight” you can’t stop me.” Ragin’ Runner
While on the surface this bitch is about the right to run on a south-end street, the real story relates to the Halifax class system. The south end of Halifax is, of course, the home of the upper class, those who have made a success of life while Ragin’ Runner, clearly, is not from the south end. He is from somewhere else. He has not made a success of his life. His resentment in respect to his class affiliation is clearly shown in his bitch. The question then is not so much class distinctions in Halifax – these are obvious and require no defense – but rather the question relates to account for them. How did such distinctions come into effect? What is their explanation?
The question raises a fundamental problem: Is class superiority the result of cultural or genetic factors? While the members of the upper class might have inherited both economic advantage – they were born into the affluent Halifax upper class – as well as that relating to “social capital” – that enriched family and educational environment to which their status entitled them and in which they were raised- it is not clear that such cultural conditions trump the genetic input. An argument might be advanced that the Halifax upper class is so simply by virtue of its superior natural endowments. In other words they are just a better sort of person.
What are the distinguishing marks of this better sort of person? At the physical level he (and of course she) is just more attractive. One thinks of the blond, long-legged and athletically accomplished south-end Amazon, skin bronzed to perfection, as she leans back provocatively in her recliner by the private pool. While one might be aroused one must also remember that her charms are reserved for her own kind, the successful clean-cut Adonis who relaxes by her side. But the distinguishing features of the members of the Halifax upper class are not so much physical as mental. They are to be distinguished by their native intelligence. “But what is intelligence?” you ask. A good question.
I have previously and elsewhere maintained that intelligence resides in the ability to make distinctions and this ability is made manifest in the sustained and structured quality of thought itself. Given any particular topic, it consists of the ability to grasp the essential issue underlying what might appear to be a superficial and uninteresting subject – one thinks of a low-class jogger in the south end – then the ability to deconstruct that issue into its component parts and, finally, to give an in-depth consideration, a sustained reflection if you like, on each of those constituent parts much, as a matter of fact, as the present consideration of the class structure of Halifax itself. In brief, it is the possession of a mind. It is that which sets the upper class of Halifax apart from the lower orders.
So there we are. Ragin’ Runner is clearly getting above his station, his boring insistence on his civic rights to run where he wants notwithstanding. All we can say is, “Get the hell out of the south end!”
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
Take a video of her ragging on you and post it to youtube!
” For our last number, I’d like to ask your help. Would the people in the cheaper seats clap your hands! And the rest of you, if you’d just rattle your jewelry”
montrealman, Your resentment in respect to your class affiliation is clearly shown in your response to the original Bitch. I think the real story relates to your need to belong to what you describe as the upper class. Geographically you claim that the South End of Halifax is prestigious, and those that reside there have made something of their lives, unlike the OB you claim. And of course, the obvious underclass of Halifax as a whole does not reside there.
Now, lets take a look at Montreal. Do you reside in a prestigious neighborhood? The answer of course is “No”. The evaluated price of your house is also not prestigious, it falls into the mid market price envelope. Now if you maybe lived in Westmount Park or Mount Royal Park then we could compare those prestigious neighborhoods to Halifax’s own South End.
Sadly, you reside in a middle class neighborhood in Montreal. Just like the OB doesn’t reside in the upper class postion of Halifax. Now given these comparisons and how similar you are to the OB, why do feel your in a position to talk of class and superiority?
“I have previously and elsewhere maintained that intelligence resides in the ability to make distinctions and this ability is made manifest in the sustained and structured quality of thought itself.” That thought process you speak of must be watered down because of your minglings with the underclass of Montreal that you currently live amongst.
So there we are. Montrealman is clearly getting above his station, his boring insistence on his higher intellectual thoughts to run where he wants notwithstanding.
After finding out that you yourself (montrealman) are the definition of middle class in Montreal, I have only one question that cannot be googled at this point. What kind of car do you drive? I would guess a previously owned model?
Montrealman I am what most people in this city would consider “successful”, at least in terms of money and career. If that’s how one defines success, I should be living with those fuckernauts in the south end.
I do not.
It’s a horrible neighbourhood, really. Because of people like this woman.
No offense, bro but this is all I bothered to read. You take ten paragraphs to say what most will say in ten words. I’m sure you’re a hoot at parties though.
Oh my….head is spinning. I’ll be back after lunch. I just have to go home to put my hair in a bun, put on the overly tight business suit, my librarian glasses and grab my thesaurus…..oh yes, and my clipboard so I can take notes….and lastly my Valium…..LOL This is definitely getting interesting, ha ha
“No offense, bro but this is all I bothered to read. You take ten paragraphs to say what most will say in ten words. I’m sure you’re a hoot at parties though.”…….good one, eats_crayons!
I’ll bring the dogs, and we can all go running up and down the street, maybe play some ball.
Novelists don’t age as quickly as philosophers, who often face professional senility in their late twenties. – Martin Amis
You’re on drugs if you think anyone but ivan and maybe painy will read that tower of text you just posted.
I’ll now share my Valium…….any takers? LOL zZz 🙂
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RSVPS
: Kirk P. Kirkpatrick (04/18, 12:05PM)
Um, I’m afraid you missed my point but now it’s too late to ask. What is it like going through life missing the point?
: eats_crayons (12:31PM)
“No offense (sic) bro but this is all I bothered to read.”
When you read it, did you move your lips? And yes, at parties the others are dazzled by my mind. I suppose you could call that a “hoot”.
: heather_ann01 (12:42PM)
Yes heather, don’t forget your Valium. Acquiring a mind is never pain-free.
: The Dribbler (1:51PM)
It may be a “tower of text” to you Dribbles, but to others it is a fine example of structured and sustained thought. Like Old Man River, the Dribbler just keeps dribbling along.
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
RSVPS
: Kirk P. Kirkpatrick (04/18, 12:05PM)
You bum, you bogarted my joint and now the bowl is cashed. Why such strife in going for a hike at Pleasant Point.
: eats_crayons (12:31PM)
“No offense (sic) bro but this is all I bothered to read.”
When you knead it, do you also caress it with your lips? And yes, at parties unwed mothers are spackled by my behind. I propose you not be in range when I poot.
: heather_ann01 (12:42PM)
In time, I’ll visit the aquarium. Squiring a tamarind is never shame free.
: The Dribbler (1:51PM)
It may be a “shower of shite” to you Muggles, but to the Everly Brothers it is a prime sample of a ruptured and strained twat. Like Old Man Cato, the twizzlers just creep me out.
My tape measure averts your gaze.
Rorke’s Drift!
DO IT!!! run back and forth and then update us on the bitches reaction..!!! Hahaha
“What is it like going through life missing the point?” LOLZ, I almost spit milk out my nose. Thanks for the laugh Smeagol 🙂
Ironic self-deprecating humour, that’s a new one for you, isn’t it?
Philosophers are adults who persist in asking childish questions. – Isaiah Berlin
Ooooooo……. burn!
yeah what street is this? I feel like going for a run tomorrow haha