To the red headed bus driver who hit on my girlfriend while I was laid up in a hospital bed... Who the fuck do you think you are and why do you think my girlfriend would want anything to do with you? She got on the bus sad, almost crying. You ask her what's wrong (as if it's any of your fucking business), she tells you her boyfriend's in bad condition in the hospital and then you ask her: "So, what are you doing tonight?" You are a fucking asshole! Get a fucking life you inflamed hemorrhoid.

Oh, and I wonder what your "significant other" would say when she learns you hit on young girls while at work? I hope she pulls a Lorena Bobbitt to your genitals... ASSHOLE, ASSHOLE, ASSHOLE! —Some bus drivers take the cake!

They don't know what they had until it's truly gone...—Better Off

To the annoying pixie in my Master's level class. Every monday it's the same, you take a class - the only class I look foward to going to - and ruin it by opening your mouth.

Seriously, what pearls of wisdom are you going to impart on us today? Books too hard for you? Don't understand that reading manga backwards isn't as confusing as you would have us think it is? Do you want to repeat something that is so mundane and in your face evident it wastes five minutes just so we can hear the sound of your annoying voice?

Seriously, do you not see the professor cringe every time you raise your hand? Do you not see the twenty pairs of eyes rolling upwards as you open your mouth to impart your knowledge upon us? Do you think we care that when you were a child you read a lot of books? No shit, you're in a fucking master's level program you idiot...though I don't know how.

Do us a favor this week for our final class. Keep those hands down and shut the fuck up.—Annoyed all semester

Thanks, jerks, for closing down the proposal by Watts to re-open the discussion about the North Common land use. Everyone listened to the condo sap-story (boohoo, wind tunnels) about downtown for almost two hours, but when it came time to hear very valid concerns about the North Commons development, it was shut down right away.

The issue was brought back up because people have serious concerns about this (an issue that was never given much public input) and businesses and residents and users of the North Common wanted to have their concerns heard by Council. Instead, garbage bags and taxi cab fare rates and MORE FUCKING UGLY CONDOS were debated.

CLOSING THIS ISSUE IS NOT REPRESENTATIVE OF THE RESIDENTS OF THE DISTRICT IN WHICH THIS DEVELOPMENT IS PLANNED. 19/21 OF COUNCIL, YOU SUCK SO MUCH.

JENNIFER WATTS: thank you.—You should be tossed out on yer collective arses

Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!

I didn't perm my hair to blend in with white people. How the fuck is straight hair supposed to make me "blend in" anyway, you think the straight hair somehow makes my skin lighter? I'm not a "self-hating black girl" because I like my hair straight. That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard.

You are so dramatic when it comes to black vs. white racial issues that you create them even when they don't exist. You act like black and white are the ONLY races. Do all people who dye their hair black want to be Asian? Do people who go to tanning booths want to be Latino? NO!

It's hair, fucking HAIR.

I don't give a fuck if "the technique was discovered during slavery as a result of slave abuse" or whatever the fuck your story is... nowadays people chemically change their hair and their appearance for aesthetic reasons all the time. It doesn't fucking matter and I am not "turning my back on my culture" by doing it. I like the way my hair looks when it's straight, I like not having the hassle of my natural hair, I like what I can do with straight hair. So fuck you and get off my back. IT DOESN'T MATTER.

Seriously you pretend to be all involved and in the know about black issues when really you just go looking for racism to stir up some drama. What fucked up your priorities? This whole Africville controversy is going on right now and you bitch me out about my HAIR?

Fuck you and leave me ALONE! —SJL

Each weekday around noon, rolling down North Street, comes the '4 Downtown' Transit Bus. And it's usually driven by the same comtemptable and generally creepy bus driver. I'm typically oblivious to my transit surroundings (lost in thought, iPod, having a life), but today I couldn't help but note that I was sat on bus 973.

I bothered to note the vehicle # this time so I could issue this little bitch and- just perhaps- generate MetroTransit's attentions, as here's one transit employee who has certainly justified closer scrutiny.

In today's episode, Mr. Busdriver maligned a young woman who ran for the bus (like we've all had to do) and then he proceeded to take the time out of everyone's day to loudly proclaim to her "Efficient today, ain't ya" with condescending intent. Likely, she was running due to his daily disrespect to schedule adherence. He's either way late or way early.

I've seen this clown pull prior stunts like wheel right past me while at the stop (despite my wearing black against a snow covered environment), hesitatingly and veryyy slowlyyy pass me a transfer (like he's playing a game only he understands)... or telling a senior to "hurry up" into his seat. "We haven't got all day" he growled. Yeah, and we don't all require a forearm crutch like this elderly gent does, either. Not a people person.

I've mentioned this a-hole to other unfortunates who have to ride his chariot of gloom, and all have similar yarns to spin. I will be a hapless commuter no more, though. I'll be re-scheduling my workday to ride the '2 Downtown', just to avoid the discomfort of sharing an enclosed space with Mr. Busdriver. —uneasy rider

Oh Boo-Hoo! The Queen isn't coming to Nova Scotia!

So my taxes don't get to be spent bringing "my ruler" to come see the Tattoo.

Why do we still bow and fawn over these morons? What have they achieved, or produced other than being a tourist attraction in Rotten-Tooth Olde England towne? I think we have grown enough as a country to get rid of mommy and strike out on our own.

OK, bitch who was shopping for groceries Mon night about 30 minutes before the store closed. There was one fucking register open and 4 people behind you and you left 4 TIMES to "just grab one more thing"

If you're not finished shopping then don't get in the fucking line. I asked the cashier once you left the second time if she could just start ringing me in but the poor thing looked scared to death because she saw you coming back with your razor blades you mouthy midget hairy assed twat.

I know you heard me when you left the 4th time and I said...Are you Fucking kidding me?

and...I don't give a flying shit that I was in your way while you used the debit machine. I saw you staring at me too fucking scared to say a word but I wasn't going to move for you. I hope you think I stole your PIN code (which i didn't btw).

and kudos to the man behind me who asked if you were sure you were done this time once they gave you the total but why did you look at him like he was flirting with you? He wasn't...we talked about how annoying you were while you were gone getting the orange juice (at the other fucking end of the store btw) that you forgot.

It recently occurred to me that the "Bitch" section of "The Coast" would be a research gold-mine for a paper or even a thesis for anyone out there - admittedly unlikely - in a sociology or social psychology course at the university level. What is required, of course, is structure. While by no means complete, the suggested title "The Underclass of Halifax: A Thematic Approach" is intended as initial spadework in supplying the beginnings of that structure.

I see three main themes which lend some coherence to the topic: 1. Under-Class Language; 2. Under-Class Markers; 3. Under Class Morality. I will touch on each only briefly.

1. Under-Class Language: I have noted different gradations in the use of Under-Class Language, usually based on the term "fuck." Its use is so common, however, that it has lost any power to offend and so no stars will be awarded for its use. Sometimes. more imaginatively, it is used in combination with other terms such as "fucktard" and "clusterfuck" in which case one star will be given. Clearly, Under-Class Language needs to raise the bar and avoid "fuck" altogether. My nominee for three-star Under-Class Language, at least so far, is "cuntflap," the reference being to a customer in "Useless Server" (March 28). While it is not exactly clear what it denotes - a piece of cloth over the vulva or part of the vulva itself - it has a certain Shakespearean quality, don't you think?

2. Under-Class Markers: A fine-grained analysis will deal with the full spectrum of markers, from occupation (or lack of one), xenophobia in general and Francophobia in particular, misogyny, strutting Don Cherry-types, and so forth. But the unifying factor in all of these is a rabid anti-intellectualism. Many of the Under-Class, for example, will be apoplectic with rage on reading something like this. But, as we say, Je m'en fou!

3. Under-Class Morality: Suprisingly perhaps, there is a strong thread of morality underlying many of the "Bitches," one usually appealing to a sense of justice or fairness. The treatment of this theme will require further work since the contexts for each differ and, like the others, will require textual substantiation selected, where possible, from appropriate "Bitches."

So there we are. Time to get to work! I'll be taking notes! Cheerio! —Montrealman

To the idiot who lives in the apartment next to me ...

Shut your 2 yapping dogs up already ... I am sick and tired of them barking for seemingly no reason at all hours of the day. And when you take them out to have a shit ... why don't you pick up after them so the rest off the 100+ tenants in this building don't have to fucking step in it!

Not to mention your loud music from the time you get home to the time you go to bed — you know it vibrates the walls and floors right?

Nice alcohol problem you got there too by the way ... maybe next time I will refuse to serve you just piss you off for a change. —Sick And Tired Of Ignorant Neighbours