To the douchebag who almost caused a collision on the 101 Monday morning:

Clean the snow off your fucking car before you drive it! I saw the little hole you dug to see out your front windshield but the snow on your side and back windows AND the passenger side of the front windshield is a visibilty nightmare.

Not to mention the snow on your roof which flew off on the highway when you zoomed past me and the Dodge pickup in front of me. It hit his windshield obviously blinding him making us both slam on the brakes to avoid an accident.

Luckily, I was far enough behind him that there was no real danger to me but there was 6-8 inches of snow on your roof that ended up on his windshield.

I pulled over to make sure the truck driver was OK. He was more PO'd than shaken up but he called the cops anyway. I only wish I had gotten your plate but you were driving so fast I couldn't. At least he had the make and model.

I hope the cops found you, moron. —Snow Blinded

I often wonder about women's freedom in this changing world. People are so ignorant when it comes to things like women who veil. Muslim women who veil are often thought of as oppressed, while Christian women who veil are not (e.g. Amish, Nuns etc). Even the FLDS women are seen negatively for wanting to dress according to their belief. I get upset that people consider this oppressive when I see tits flying everywhere on a beach in a tiny bikini or a nudist beach. These women are thought of as being free. Well, in my world both women are free to be doing what they are doing. It's society that is judging the ones who wish to cover. —Stop judging the way women dress appreciate the woman for who she is!

I went to fast food place in Dartmouth this morning hoping to get a certain combo— egg sandwich and a coffee. I am a vegetarian, so I ordered my breakfast sandwich without meat, which seemed to be an issue for the woman behind the counter, then I was told there was no coffee made—at 10 a.m.! Therefore, I asked for a cup of tea. I was charged more, because the combo comes with meat, and I pay for it, to avoid a worst situation.

To the woman behind the counter, you were rude and made me feel like a second class citizen, your manners show that you have very little or no education. I feel very sorry for you. If you are having a bad day, don't take it out on other people. Be nice... and people will be nice to you. —The woman with the Spanish accent

Your new policy manual boasts that you are a family run business, not a faceless corporation, but I'm starting to wonder. No Christmas bonus this year? Really? In years past we've gotten cards with a little cash or even a bottle of wine, but this year it's just working a lot harder for more hours with no overtime. It isn't about the money, even a rubber stamped card would have been nice. —Merry Christmas and a happy new job

You were at a fast food place in Dartmouth on Christmas Day. I saw you... hell, we ALL saw you. You picked on the poor staff because they didn't get your order exactly right, then made your humiliated family send their food back in front of everyone so you could storm out indignantly. But, not before you picked on the counter girl until she cried (on Christmas Day).

You sir, are a monster. You are the worst kind of person. You're an abusive, miserable brat and the reason you're so unhappy is because you've spent your life making the people around you unhappy.

I don't hate you. I feel sorry for you. You have no friends. I saw the faces of your family as you threw tantrums and abused your way around that place. They hate you and are probably just trying to find the safest time to flee your presence. I feel even worse for you because eventually, guaranteed, someone will finally put you in your place and that place will likely involve serious injury. There were no less than five men there today who were discussing the best way to put us out of your misery. You will always feel hard done by because of your bitter, angry, entitled attitude until the day you die, alone and unwanted.

I hope your holidays are happy, dear sir. I can't imagine you have much happiness in your life. —Bob Crachet

While I have nothing but praise for my boss for giving me one and I know not everybody gets a bonus, I'd like to give a big "fuck you" to the government for taking 42% of it! Suck my hairy red balls! —JermBag

I think that young ladies that enter into the convent in this day and age are lacking self confidence and self esteem. The convent themselves look especially for young ladies starting from 13 and up to attend retreats designed for becoming a nun. I think that this is an age that is too early to make such a decision. I think a woman should explore her choices in life without religious pressure. I totally disagree with the fact that nuns or priests can not marry. I think that this is going against natural urges that we all have as human beings. I feel bad for those young women that feel they should hide themselves away from life. —Would encourage all women to think twice

Fuck the stupid holidays. Fuck off everyone complaining I'm not in the spirit. Fuck off with trying to make me smile through the dreary days leading up to this retarded event I want no part of. Everyone will just have to deal with the fact that I won't be coming home for xmas... I won't be celebrating xmas here either... I don't give a flying fuck about your stupid cookies or diabetic-coma inducing sweets. Your gifts will be returned to you so don't even bother. Enjoy your stupid, fucking turkey dinner, fuck off, and leave me the hell alone. —And don't you fucking DARE give me any chocolate oranges.

I find around this time of year I have a lot of bad memories flooding back. I stay up at night crying my heart out because of a father who was a gambler and didn't celebrate Christmas. Everything I got he either wanted to play with it first or read it first. He would fight and argue with my mom. My own grandfather had to come and string lights on our house and his own cause my father wouldn't do it. My mom put up the tree herself and decorated it, she was the one who stood in line and waited for stuff (popular presents). He would leave us in the cold truck when he visited his friend when we went out looking at lights. I always went to Christmas service with my grandfather because mom was working and my grandmother was cooking. This time of year doesn't hold the greatest memories but I am struggling to create my own but still doesn't help my sleep or crying over a gambling father who is now dead. —Hate the bad memories and losing sleep

To the son of a bitch dating my best friend... you are a manipulating, abusing asshole. The only reason you act the way you do is because you are so insecure. So instead, I watch you break her down to nothing, make her feel like shit about herself, and make her believe she can't do any better than you. The truth? She could do a million times better than you. And I won't rest until she sees that. Maybe I'm "too controlling" as you put it, but I refuse to watch you hurt my best friend/sister. You had no problem getting up in my face, so I know you'd have no problem doing it to her. If you ever hurt her physically, you will have many people coming after you... and I will be leading the pack. You ain't nothing but a little boy with a temper. Fuck you. —The best friend you hate