Bertrand Hustle posted:

People frequently use words to mean the opposite of what they actually mean for hyperbolic emphasis and goons literally poo poo themselves over it.

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Sure enough, as we were lying there in a relative drunken bliss, she pops the question, “What are you thinking about?”

Honest as Christ himself, I told her about the curiously similar concept of a cognitive elite that exists in both Atlas Shrugged and The Turner Diaries. Despite the fact that Ayn Rand was a devout individualist and anti-racist, while Dr. William Pierce was a die-hard racial collectivist, both held a very similar conviction that society really only goes on because of an incredibly small number of Übermenschen. In Ms. Rand’s novel, this elite gets completely fed up with a socialist world that no longer appreciates them, so they defect to a kind of ranch inhabited exclusively by the most brilliant people alive. Once enough of them are there, society outside collapses because it simply could not go on without the couple dozen geniuses now living in “Galt’s Gulch.” Meanwhile, in The Turner Diaries, the existence of this elite is written about quite explicitly during one of the protagonist’s more philosophical diary entries. And I quote, “Without the presence of perhaps one or two percent of the most capable individuals—the most aggressive, intelligent, and hardworking of our fellow citizens—I am convinced that neither this civilization nor any civilization could long sustain itself.”

AstroWhale posted:

http://mattforney.com/lie/


:startedog: Also who would gently caress this guy?

AstroWhale posted:

http://mattforney.com/lie/


:startedog: Also who would gently caress this guy?

Eponine posted:

I know this didn't happen but I can't make it through that story without getting a little misty because dogs are so precious and I am a sucker.

a self-congratulatory liar posted:

Happy Friday everybody! I just had this experience and it really touched home to me that no matter where we are and no matter we’re doing, we are there for a reason. Plans change, people go places for a reason.

I’m in downtown Pueblo at this Walmart waiting in line for like 20 minutes, and this young cashier, sixteen maybe, young man, he’s having hell, he can’t ring anything up, he can’t remember codes, he’s taking deep breathes, and I thought to myself, and I’m like: I wonder what happened to him this morning that made his day just bad.

And I’m like irritated because I’m waiting forever, well this lady starts laying into this man: “you suck at customer service, I don’t know why you ever – I don’t know how you ever got hired here blah blah blah.” Just being so rude to this young man.

And we finally – we helped her get her groceries loaded up to get her the hell out of there. And … uh… she runs her card and it gets declined and then she really lays it into this kid that it’s his fault that he can’t run the computer and – There’s money in this account, I just transferred it and it’s your dumb-rear end that can’t – and goes off on this kid.

And I grabbed her, and I was like: ma’am maybe you should just step aside, let us cash out. This young man is obviously having a bad day. Like, let it go… It’s not his fault that you don’t have money or whatever is the case. So… um… this young kid just stops in his tracks behind the counter and starts crying and he comes around the bagging area and he just hugs me.

And I’m like – I’m like weirded out and I hug him back.

And he’s sobbing. And he finally gets it together and you know, I’m like, it’s okay, it’s okay, you know, everybody has a rough day.

And he’s like, no, no, no. You don’t understand. And I said, are you okay. Ma’am. My mom just committed suicide this morning and I have to work because I have to pay our rent, and I have to pay our bills and I don’t even have a mom anymore. And this lady is just yelling at me.

And I started crying, I said: “You know, hang in there, life is so hard, and it’s going to be okay, it will be okay.”

CROWS EVERYWHERE posted:

subpar anachronism posted:

I saw this floating around as a feelgood yesterday and it immediately set off stdh alarms in my head. Woke up to this this morning. If Walmart is going to call you out on being a liar, drat.


http://www.koaa.com/story/30690396/walmart-disputes-pueblo-womans-viral-video

freeedr posted:

I don't get how so many people think this is plausible, what with bereavement leave being a thing. Even Walmart gives you paid time off to grieve if a close family member dies.

freeedr posted:

I don't get how so many people think this is plausible, what with bereavement leave being a thing. Even Walmart gives you paid time off to grieve if a close family member dies.

Boywhiz88 posted:

That may only be for full-timers. A lot of benefits are exclusive to full-timers in retail.

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No Italiano
Deli | NY, USA | Food & Drink, Language & Words

Me: “I’ll take three squares of lasagna, a large eggplant salad, and that bruschetta.”

Deli Worker: “Three lasagna, large eggplant, bru-shetta.”

Me: “Bruschetta.”

Deli Worker: “Bru-shetta.”

Me: “It’s Italian, not German. ‘C-H’ makes a hard ‘k’ sound.”

Deli Worker: “No, it doesn’t.”

Me: “It does the same thing for ‘g.’ That’s why we pronounce it ‘spaghetti’ instead of ‘spajetti’.”

Deli Worker: “I don’t think it works that way.”

Me: “Aren’t you Italian yourself?”

Deli Worker: “Yes.”

Deli Worker’s Grandmother: *slaps Deli Worker upside the head* “Balordo ragazzo!”

Tunicate posted:

I like the twist ending!

Tunicate posted:

I like the twist ending!

Tunicate posted:

I like the twist ending!

Such Fun posted:

Pozzing is much more common.

TheMadMilkman posted:

As someone who speaks Italian, the "proper" pronunciation of bruschetta is ugly. The stdh also ignores that the American pronunciation is based off of Southern Italian dialects spoken by early Italian immigrants. It's also how we got Parmesan from Parmigiano.

But the really funny part is that, in the US, the grandma would most likely speak a dialect instead of "pure" Italian, and wouldn't know or care about how to pronounce anything correctly.

CROWS EVERYWHERE posted:

Joey Freshwater posted:

I had to look up what this means and now I'm really sad

Desert Bus posted:

Sharareh Delara Drury
December 7 at 8:02pm · Chicago, IL ·

Today. On a crowded bus. On Michigan Avenue. On my way home from a great job in a city in a diverse country that I was born in.

A man screamed at me. Called me a sand ni**er. Told me I was the problem. That I need to get the gently caress out of his country.

I may have been wearing my scarf higher on my head than usual because it was cold out. I may have somehow looked suspicious listening to Spotify.

But 5 minutes of this at least went on with no one doing anything. Me telling him calmly to back off. Me telling him I would call the cops and me trying to get my gloves off to dial.

Then this man spits at me. A man in a suit and tie. Like anyone else I'd see. He spits at me and looks at me with these regular eyes now filled with anger and tells me to get the gently caress off the bus, do what I'm told, because this isn't my country. This isn't my place.

That's when I screamed at the top of my lungs for him to back off. That's when people decided to maybe help and tell him to stop. That got the attention of the bus driver to kick him out.

I'm home now in my nice apartment in a nice part of Chicago with my fiancé and my cat. Sitting in a room looking out at the lights of other apartments. Wondering how many others out there got screamed at and told today this isn't their country, that they're worthless somehow, that they don't matter. How many?

I was born in Boston, Massachusetts. It's one of the most patriotic cities in America. My ancestor Hugh Drury is buried in the oldest graveyard in Boston, and he helped contribute to the building blocks of what would become the United States of America.
And yes I'm also Iranian. My mother's family came here to seek incredible opportunities and they found them. They've become doctors and entrepreneurs and athletes and writers and singers.
I have family who are Muslim.
have family who are Catholic.
I have family who enjoy laughing and talking and dancing and drinking till they're silly.

And I am American. and this is my country. I do belong here. My roots are planted here.

I'm here and I belong. I won't get off the bus.

‪#‎thisismycountrytoo‬ ‪#‎standup‬ ‪#‎speakup‬

Guy Montag posted:

I dunno, seems pretty plausible to me.

Vulpes posted:

Yeah, this is poo poo that does happen, on a regular basis. People are assholes.