Fuck you to the contractors who caused a fire. Your shoddy electrical work burned up your newly renovated building and tore up the roof of the building next door. The entire block would have gone up in flames if not for the call to the fire department. Get your head out of your ass. —Lil Smoky

To the mother/son pair in front of me on Queen Street Tuesday afternoon: um ... the Public Library flower bed ... is NOT your dog's toilet. Nor is any other bit of ground to be considered a dog toilet. When I moved to Halifax 6 years ago, there were virtually no dogs in the peninsula. In the last couple of years, the dog population has exploded--and so has their shit, and very publicly. What is it with all the shit-filled "doggy bags" on the sidewalk, on the grass verges, left on people's doorsteps, etc. Worse is the dogshit that is NOT in doggy bags. I'm also increasingly seeing dogs in retail and drug stores and cafes, snuffling and wiping their mouths on merchandise. IT IS DISGUSTING. Both behaviours should be dealt with as a public health issue: dogs WILL lick their filthy crotches and walk through their own and other dogs' shit 'cos they don't know any better (but their owners should), track it through the café or shop, Buddy strolls through it clearing a table or stock-taking, then tracks fecal bacteria back into the kitchen or behind the counter. Owners see Fido as a "member of the family." NO, Fido is an animal, and animals are dirty. —Tired of dogs in the 'hood

To the dancing fellow who murdered the dance floor at the Uncle Charlie show last Thursday at the BE! Where did you come from and how do you make it look so eassssssssssy. Hawt damnnnn you fine AF. —Creepily watching from afar

Leave the name but put up huge plaques that also explain what other kind of history he brought as well. —Saltydog

Fuck you Joseph Howe Dr. Fuck the bus stop that is directly after a light, fuck the left lane Mumford Rd shittyness, fuck the condos that will make things much worse. There was lots of room for expanding the road at it's most congested. No more. —Just some guy

I was the professionally dressed, overqualified woman that showed up to be interviewed by you and your partner. I knew right away you couldn't afford me when I walked into your little hole in the wall office. After checking in with the tattooed receptionist in spaghetti straps, I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt, but the whole time you folded your arms across your chest and scowled like the shrewd business-man think you are. I know what side you're on. I see the dollar signs in your eyes. You have no integrity. Yeah, I read your book of regurgitated procedure and I read all about your work you do, and your support of the oppressors of society. I wasn't any better. I was there for the money. It was just a cash job to me. Despite my abundance of talent and laundry list of qualifications, you decided to be a jerk and focus on the small gap in my resume. You asked about it, over and over. I could have had a baby. I could have been hospitalized. I could have had a death in the family. Maybe I'd been travelling. I said, I don't recall what I was doing between 2009 and 2010. But you felt the need to ask again and again. How about, none of your fucking business! Does that answer work for you? You boomers make me sick. You're so entitled - you've never had to experience unemployment or under-employment. You've had the same cushy job for 30 years that you cling to with a deathgrip. Millennials are just as educated as you and we're more tech-savvy; we're just trying to make it in an economy that you boomers messed up! Just let us crawl out of the giant shithole you dug for us and pave our own way. I get it, my skirt wasn't short enough or I wasn't dumb enough to let you steamroll me on a daily basis, doing all your work for chicken feed. —Sorry, I don't work for buttons or for dickheads

At what point does a person decide to willingly defecate inside of a 100-year-old historic tower? Was it before or after you trashed Sir Sanford Fleming Park and let large debris drift out into the arm? Maybe it was before you covered the canteen with mud by speeding across the lawn in your vehicle? Possibly it was after you spray painted crudely shaped genitals and the phrase "anal cock" in the parking lot? No, I think it was after you branded your disgusting racist hate on the asphalt for all the patrons of the Dingle too see. Because that is possibly the only intelligent thought left to make after sinking that low, right? Might as well poop on the floor! —MightHaveSteppedInIt

fuck you for not posting my bitches —fuck you

Fed up with these so-called men out here in Halifax who are raping women. Dated a guy for eight months and he wound up sexually abusing me. I am wondering what in the hell do guys get out of forcing themselves upon an unwilling partner? —E.V.

When you feel you must let someone make a left turn across your lane of traffic you must signal some other way other than your hands.
we cant see your hands.
we see the blue sky.
sometimes we can see your hands gesturing to go ahead but usually it looks like a car coming to a stop. we might catch the hand signal behind your windshield glare but it might be too late... you're mad now and using the gas to show the world your not nice now. some of you are shaking your head mad that we didn't see your hand signals under the glare of sky on your windshield... you now think we are stupid for not taking your nice gesture...
many of you do this.
you have car signals
you can flash the headlights...you can beep your horns and flash lights. all are visible.
the other thing of waving to someone to go ahead is suppose to be nice but its dangerous and you just have not idea that no one can see you if the sky is a perfect picture on your windshield....
none of this would matter if you didn't slam on the gas and show your now mad I didn't know you were letting me go.
theres quite a few of you that forget no one can see you and that you have lights with light bulbs on your exterior for the purpose of signalling...
tell a friend... flash your high beams if you want to truly be a nice driver and have patience... don't signal from inside your car with your hands .... and then get mad driving reckless because it didn't allow you to be nice successfully.
Flash your highbeams and a smile. nothing more. no gas pedal jamming in anger. never.
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—Waiting safely