The american dream:

It can’t be. The american dream has shifted far away from opportunities created through protestant work ethic and wholesome values. This land of opportunity seems more aptly defined by the powerball lottery. The cornerstone of the american economy has shifted from family owned businesses toward corporate gas-stations, hand-in-pocket with franchised convenience stores selling strictly poisoinous vices: junk food, sodas, alcohol, tobacco, and lotto, and a variety of worthless trinkets. Our freedom to enter the capitalist market for the sake of future family generations is now often rejected for the freedom to become fat, lazy, selfish, and hopefully lotto-lucky if we hope to be able to afford the medical costs associated with our new lifestyle. So keep on dreaming in your sugar induced comas, cause america will never be the same.

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Amazing

Simply fucking amazing. From Gawker:

A few weeks ago, a member of the Park Slope Parents e-mail forum who’d encountered a stray piece of winterwear in the neighborhood posted a notice to the group titled “Found: boy’s hat.” … [S]ubscriber “Lisa” went public with her problems regarding the gender-specifying description of the hat. Wondering how such a categorization would feel to a spiky-hat-wearing girl, Lisa wrote, “It’s innocent little comments like this that I find the most hurtful.” A third member responded soon after, saying such political correctness drove her “up the wall,” and a heated discussion ensued. Lisa’s supporters questioned their opponents’ commitment to “the free interchange of ideas and questions” … while an opposing faction expressed facetious dismay that the original poster, who had described the hat as likely belonging to “an older child,” was not more considerate toward “younger children who happen to have large heads.” … [O]ne poster questioned the use of “hat,” asking if the object might be more sensitively labeled a “soft, porous bowl.”

Can you actually imagine a bunch of domesticated, middle to upper class leftist parents having a shit fest about someone genderfying a hat?

The best part is from the actual email chain:

Look — everyone stop ! ! !

It is my hat, OK? I’m a 42 year-old man and I like wearing little boy’s and girl’s hats, as long as they have little triangles on them. In fact I’m pretty much fixated on all kinds of triangles. Gosh, what a great shape. Three sides!

It’s my pathetic little obsession, and yes I’m seeing a shrink about it. OK? I’m sorry I dropped my little hat. I miss those triangles so.

Helene, can I have my hat back please and can everyone stop speculating that I might be a little boy or little girl? I’m sad now.

Ben

P.S. I’m good at math.

Amazing.

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April 9, 2006

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DOLPHINS / SHARKS

In a world of dolphins & sharks, I am an octopus. It is nice to do the things you like to do, and not worry about those you do not like.

Live through this, and you won’t look back.
There’s one thing I want to say, so I’ll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I’m not sorry I met you
I’m not sorry it’s over
I’m not sorry there’s nothing to say

(this place is a prison, these people arent your friends)

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A New Kind of Love (or hate)

YOU SELFISH PIG you already had their scripts lying around:

YOU NEVER FORGOT WHO WAS PURE AND BEST OF ALL. YOU ATE ALL THOSE FILTHY PUSSIES WITH NO SOUL, YOU MAKE ME SICK< YOU ARE FILTH AND HOPE YOU DIE FROM ALL YOUR GOOD TIMES OUT WITH THESE WORTLESS HALFASSERS< GO FUCK YOURSELF BRIDGET< YOU DONT DESERVR MY BODY! YOU ARE A PIG, YOU MAKE LOVE WITH THE AVERAGE STINKIN BITCHES NOT BE I HAVE GOTTON LUCKY> I HOPE YOUR LIVER GOES OUT FILTHY DYKE PIG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

* this is in or around alchoholic trash

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