You know that mock funeral those people had to protest the Acadian Forest clear cutting?

1. Where did you get those logs?
2. You do know that caskets are made from wood right?

— #irony

After this year's Pop Explosion, lets relearn a few lessons: Do not knock me over to make-out, elbow me in the face to pass your friend a drink or start a fight in the front row. The list goes on. Let's do better, we all deserve it. —Can't Ruin My Night Though

Why did they even call it a library? It's 80 percent drop-in centre. It takes concentration to do research, but when the person next to you is hammering away at the keys on their laptops, as if they are insanely angry at the document they're editing or stealing... so you move and then two desks away someone sets up their laptop and unload their lunch: Soup and biscuit. They slurp the soup like an ill-mannered hillbilly! Always bring you earbuds and music. When I win the lottery, i'm going to pay an architect to design a sensible  library. It will be the same size as the central library, but no wasted empty space at the core. How much less would that cost? The floors would be isolated from one another, I don't want to hear the baby whining in the lobby. No computer access for video games or watching music videos, an easy IT block. The computers would be in a row by row format in a separate room. No homeless person sitting in the lobby with 30 bags of stuff. (How about using the old library for a homeless drop-in centre?) Like most major projects in Hellifuct, it's the witless city planner that gets screwed over by the politicians. A politician with an architect friend that wants to make a name for themselves. The Central Library is an enduring monument to everything that's wrong with Hellifuct. By the way, can anyone tell me the source of funds for all the construction going on? I've been here 40 years and there's been nothing like it!  How do we prevent money laundering in this town? —Living With Higher Expectations

Emergency departments are for emergencies. Sickest people are seen first. If you end up waiting many hours it is usually because there are people sicker than you who need help first. When staff are helping critically ill patients, or comforting families who have lost loved ones, it is unfair and inappropriate to stand there, sipping your Tim Hortons, and yell about how long you have been waiting. You weren't dying, but some people are. —FYI

Am I the only person to clue in that Halifax Transit's improvement plan has a direct correlation to the time they realized they were losing business? People leave this city by astounding numbers and I wonder why. Some days I get off work in winter and there's no cabs, buses are canceled and sidewalks are too high in snow, forcing me to risk my life walking with traffic, meanwhile in other cities they don't deal with these stone age problems. The truth about the higher taxes here is simply to trap people by keeping them as poor as possible as most people would leave this dump if able to do so. Also the city is only considered to so friendly due to how violent people get when hearing a swear word, forcing many to be too scared to swear, as well as how this dump has so many struggling business who use friendliness to get you to spend. Don't be fooled tourist! —Oppressed Speaker of Truth

To the retired square grandparents in our local gourmet grocery store. I may look a bit dumpy on the weekend when I go shopping on the weekend but I am accomplished and understand very well that kids sometimes pick stuff up and walk out of stores with it. I noticed my 5 year old daughter picked up a newspaper at the checkout, but before I had a chance to tell her it belongs to the store, you did it for me. And then you had the nerve, when I said I was about to tell her to put it back, to say “I wasn't sure” with that snide, judgemental look as though I was a lower class insect who didn't know right from wrong. Focus on parenting your own grandkids, and keep your rich, entitled, retire out of other peoples business. —Paying Your Pension

To the scrawny looking pissant who works at a pizza place in the south end...my GF and I stopped in for a slice and you looked at us all annoyed for being at the counter then walked away. Confused we waited for you to come back. A few minutes later you did and just said "What?" I asked, ”Is there a problem?" You said, "What can I get you?" Even more annoyed than the last time. Guess what loser, it's not the customer's fault you aren't qualified to have a real job. We literally just want to get a slice of pizza and forget you exist immediately afterward. Fuck you. —Hope You Have a Shit Day

Hey! Yeah so you work at a brewery bar or whatever...that doesn't mean you have the right to go to whatever bar you want in Halifax and act like you own the place. Don't talk over bands, you dick! —You're Not Funny

I ordered a coffee to go, you didn't have a milk and sugar station like most spots...cool...However, you asked if I'd like cream or milk. After I requested cream you proceeded to walk over to a fridge on a far side of the counter take the carton and put the cream in my coffee for me....To my horror. It was like you were a  monstrous dragon or fricking leprechaun anxiously hoarding your gold. I asked if I could have more cream when I saw that the coffee was still rather darkish for my liking. You proceed then to hand me a spoon and insist I stir it because you “put a lot in.” I awkwardly comply....before I added more cream, and you look at my cup with disappointment. Well, I just think it's weird that you're micro-managing your customer's condiment intake. Just let me do my own cream and sugar. I don't know if you're just not with the times, or you're trying to cut costs in really silly ways, but holy fuck stop...it's vexing. If there is one thing that enrages me and probably every person with a caffeine addiction as severe as mine, it's having our coffee order heavily regulated. —Cream and Sugar

Dear Halifax driver,

Do you think that shaving 4 seconds off your commute is worth almost running over a mother and toddler cycling down a quiet residential street? Did you need to swerve in front of us to beat us to the stop sign, which you barely stopped at anyway? Are our lives not worth anything to you?

I wouldn't yell this at you in front of my kid, so I'll say it now—Fuck you, asshole, slow the fuck down. I can assure you that killing vulnerable road users will make you a hell of a lot more late.

Smarten the fuck up. —Pissed-off Cycling Mum