Yeah, I bring it on myself by subscribing/liking/friending so many animal rescue sites but not seeing it won't make it not exist. A dog dumped in a dumpster in Whitehorse after a year of systematic torture. Saskatoon SPCA just found a cat whose legs were tied together. The cats and dogs in Edmonton that had their moths taped shut to slowly starve. Cats shot with arrows, BB's. Puppies and cats hung in trees and blow-torched. (fuck, they do that in Korea to dogs so they "taste better full of adrenalin" ) Dogs sprayed with lye, dogs kicked, bludgeoned, stabbed... even fucking RAPED. Animals we eat or whose milk we drink, who we should treat with honour and respect and gratitude for supplying us with food, we turn over to sadists who kick them in the udders, taser and fling their babies in the air to dash their brains out. So-called religious 'plain people' who fill their barns with stinking cages piled 20 deep to breed and breed and breed to death small dogs for the pet stores. Because animals have no souls. You know who has no soul? The humans who do this. And they should be put out of their victims' misery. —out of my mind with it Molly

Hey all of you pedestrians, cyclists and drivers of small, energy efficient vehicles! Yes, I'm talking to you! Stay out of the way of my large all wheel drive vehicle. Don't you know that we manly men perched up high in our expensive vehicles have a god-given right to drive as fast as we want regardless of road conditions? In fact, the more slippery and snowy it is the more impressive we become with our four wheel drive vehicles churning up snow as we fly by the rest of you losers. And the chicks really dig us, don't you know? I see them looking at us in wonder- in wonder of our manly greatness! Ta-ta for now losers. Don't be jealous! —Macho man

Time and time again I've fallen for your lines. "I want to see you." "I can't wait to see you." And yet every single time, I get my hopes up, wear something pretty, and wait for the call that inevitably comes: you telling me you can't make it. Again. I have no idea why I continue to let you do this to me. I'm an attractive, intelligent woman. But when it comes to you I am an insecure teenager waiting for you to validate me. Today was the last straw. I'm not putting up with this anymore. I wish you well, but there is no future for us. —Over and out

To everyone out there who is frustrated by the winter and snow: the rest of the city feels the same way. Instead of bitching out other people on the roads, sidewalks, bus or wherever they may be; take a step back and realize that these final days of winter are sucking for just about everyone. Especially to that one woman who yelled at me to move my car while I was stuck and spinning out on Willow St this morning, I hope your day turned around and that you realized that we are just trying to do our best. —Teeler

I'm usually a fairly tender individual—calm, reposed, loving, trying to take care of fellow humans—but shit goddamn I've got some rage lately that I don't know how to handle. Fuck Harper. Sideways. Fuck him sideways into next Tuesday. Fuck Bill C-51. Fuck assholes using vehicles as extensions of their egos coming so close to running over my toes and then flipping me off. Fuck this all-consuming, money-driven, humanity-less culture full of it's disgusting creature comforts. Fuck the depraved landlords who prey on students and impoverished citizens. Fuck this world that seems to care more about numbers and data rather than life and love and feeling. Fuck me for having all this pain and rage and repressed disaster. Thank you for listening whether you agree, disagree, care or don't care. Thank you for being, you beings who try—who try to get by and get along and take it lightly and move on. —I Am Still Just A Rat In A Cage

Here's to the bobcat operator (contracted) who doesn't even try to do a HALF-decent job on our sidewalks. Get a real job, you pathetic sack of excrement. You have surely, ALL FUCKING WINTER LONG, pretty much just driven over the snow as to actually plowing it. Find some sort of fucking incentive to do a HALF-decent job, you miserable prick. My fucking little dog with a snow scoop tied around his little waist would to a much better job. Next time don't even bother to come to our subdivision and drive OVER AND AROUND the snow. You ought to look for some other type of work, like a fucking colouring book and crayons. Fuck you asshole, from all of us here in fucking winter wonderland. And fuck you to whomever is paying you real money to drive around pretending you did any sort of half-decent job. May the fleas of 1,000 camels infest your armpits and crotch hairs. —GetaRealJobYouPrick

I have been walking on the road most of the time these past couple months, since I have no other choice. Thank you to the drivers who slow down and give me a wide berth. Fuck you to those who don't, especially when driving through dirty slush or water. To quote a recent bitch message, I'm walking outside in the winter—and risking my life by walking in the road. Show some compassion. —pedestrian4life

He gets excited asking these women to show him a little something, but he wants his daughter to go around showing nothing. He can't see the hyposcrisy in his heart, all he sees is what stimulates his male part. —Somebody's daughter

In the wake of my Love the Way We Love about the best croissants (local or otherwise). Better than Le Louvre Cafe in Paris. Certainly better than those hack coffee shops in Montreal, Better than the pastries in the south side of Belgium.... the fluffy flaky folds of delight at a certain garage on a certain street (I cannot reveal my sources any longer). I made that mistake wring about my Love, and people must have come from far and wide to try them. They have now all caught on to the best secret in town. I try to get a croissant now and they are sold out at 8 am! Not a crumb left to be had. The bakery lady smiles smugly and says, "we're all sold out"... please make more!!! The suply is in demand! I now have to set my alarm clock for 6 AM and tredge up there in the snow drifts in the dark to ensure I snare of of those crispy flaky golden delights. —Pulsburry dough whore

How the hell is making the buses free until Monday fair to the paying customers of Halifax Transit? The folks that pay for their monthly pass, every month, without fail... So now instead of sharing a cramped ride in a tin can with the regular passengers, we're going to have to share an even more cramped ride with people who want to ride the bus simply because they can and hey, it's free. The transit system here is a total joke. From my experience on the buses, it's a pay-whatever-you-want service anyway. So many times I've seen people argue with the drivers after being caught dumping in way less than the $2.50, only to be allowed to ride anyway. I know it's been said numerous times before by people on here, but I'm seriously considering investing in a vehicle. —Tired of Transit