How dare you call your-self a chef ! Shame on you dungeon master...everybody knows that Epicurious.com is where you get your recipes. The juice can be bittersweet. —little bo peep

First off, I am not gullible. I am trusting, but not naïve. I think too much, and don't just jump into things... So how did you do it? How did you manage to reel me in, only to leave me high and dry!? You gained my trust, my love, and most importantly, my respect. How then did you end up another freaking scumbag? You write pretty words and sing a pretty song, but what was the point? What could you possibly have gained from these last several months other than my disappointment and disapproval? Isn't this exactly what you didn't want!? What the hell!? Way to be an ass hat. —I Don't Want You To Want Me

When I buy bacon, I look at the slices pressed against the plastic packaging trying to find the leanest mostly pink cuts. The package always looks like theres a pretty good amount of meat on them strips... till I bring home the bacon and find that it's all fat! Only the first few strips are good normal bacon to fool the consumer, the rest is hidden in behind toward the back of the package are just pure white strips of PURE LARD! Like half a pack with no pink bits, all fat!!! I didn't buy a package of pork fat, I bought bacon muthafucka! Where's the meat on these strips??? If it happens again, I'm takin this shit right back to the overpriced grocery store and throwing this half a package of fat back in their faces for my money back. Bloody pigs! —Angry Fat Chick

My father is the only person in the world that doesn't think he's an alcoholic. He isn't unique; he's a cliché. If you saw him you'd think he was homeless. He's been detained many times for public intoxication. His driver's license was revoked a decade ago. He's lost several jobs for showing up drunk.

It is difficult for me to confront him about his drinking, but, I've found the courage many times. Not every time. It's exhausting. It drags me down.

That is why I understand that it is difficult for someone who confronts people like him every day in their occupation to do what's right.

On Saturday I met up with my father. He had been drinking and could barely talk or walk - it was like watching a marionette take steps. We went to a grocery store. My father, unsurprisingly, veered into the adjoining liquor store. He collected several cans of Faxe and asked me to buy them. He was convinced they wouldn't serve him in his state. I managed the heart to refuse.

So, he took his chances with the cashier. My father was unintelligible. He tried to put his debit card into the scanning wand. He was without a doubt, by any stretch of the imagination, lit like a torch.

On the way into the store I wanted to stop him but I didn't. I lost my nerve. I left it to the employees to do what I should have. It's their job, after all, to not serve someone that's already drunk.

You served him like any well-meaning human with a heart of gold would help any drunk homeless-looking man in need. But, that sort of thing rarely happens, if ever. This was not the situation it should have happened.

What's worse, you were visibly annoyed by him and wanted him to leave - which was not quick enough for you - BUT, not before you got his money. Then he's out of your hair. Someone else's problem. My problem. Everyone else's.

You took advantage of my father. You brought him a little bit closer to his death even if he's mostly to blame. Your job is to help people help themselves to know when they've had enough. I know it's hard. I know it's difficult to turn away a customer. But please, please, please just try to do the right thing next time.

I could have got your name. I could have reported you. But I didn't because, fuck, we've all done something we shouldn't have. We've all been there. I don't want you to lose your job over it. I don't even want you to get in trouble over it. I just want you to change.

This is not the first time I've seen this happen to my father. It won't be the last time. I know it happens every single day to countless other people out there.

IF SOMEONE IS ALREADY DRUNK don't sell them any more alcohol.

It is very difficult for people to get the help they need with such callous, tacit, systematic enabling. It fucking hurts. It kills me every time fucking time. —Public in Frustration

So sick of hearing about you "poly" people and your "open relationships". No, you're not evolved or secure, you're either
A) a sex addict
B) a cheat
C) in the closet; or
D) you're just an emotionally-constipated commitment-phobe. Whatever your shtick is and whatever you're selling, I'm not buying.
—Callin' it like it is

I am tired of hearing about Omar Khadr as theb"victim". He is in no way a victim of any sort. He fought in a war and killed a US serviceman. The true victims are the family and friends of the soldier that was killed. Khadr did his time at Gitmo and his alleged mistreatment is based on Khadr's testimony. Should we believe that Khadr's story is true? Should we believe that Khadr is a changed man? I think not. —Bluesnozer

Dear Folks of Halifax, For the love of logic and reason, Please stop the amateur directing of traffic! If you are a pedestrian about to cross, please do not motion for a car to "go ahead". You have the right of way and the car waits for you. You might have pipe dreams of being a police officer, but unless you actually are, the "go ahead" wave just causes confusion. You see, the driver is not supposed to go ahead. You are. If you are driving along and, in oncoming traffic, you see someone needs to turn left, do not stop all traffic behind you and wave for them to "go ahead". The car turning left is waiting for a safe time to turn and you are not a reliable source of information here. a) There could be another lane on your right that you are not paying attention to. b) How would the left turner know that you are checking all your mirrors for them? Why would they want to take that risk? I would say if you are waving a "go ahead" you are probably not someone I trust to decide when I should turn at all since you seem to think you can make up the rules as you go. (The old "rotary rules" are a prime example of this.) For all that driver knows, you could be waving a fly away from your head and they could misinterpret you. Do not, from your car, take this moment, to paste a big smile and to lip sync more enthusiastic "go aheads" with a driver in some sort of delightful argument based on a misguided sense of pride about your ability to rewrite the road rules. I know you think you are being "helpful and polite" and you get some sort of kick out of it but unless someone is in danger your "go aheads" are CAUSING danger. Defensive driving is not the same as directing traffic. You are not in a cute country town where you can get away with freewheeling driving whereby everyone is meandering there way through the sleepy streets. There are rules for a reason. Be part of the solution and follow them. —Logicwarrior

Is ignorance bliss? Not a lack of knowledge, not stupidity, but choosing to ignore. Does it bring bliss? I'm thinking it might. I think about this a lot because the BS of politicians, war mongerers, racists, haters of all types, polluters, animal abusers, people abusers and various offerings by assholes of all types doesn't bring anything to my life except a constantly present undertow of disgust. It's difficult to have ever present disgust. It sucks the fun out. And I see my share of kindness, hope and cute kittens on social media but it's not a matter of focus or "finding balance" because the truth is that all of the bad doings by bad people are killing / persecuting / hurting / silencing / polluting / generally shitting on the good people who do good. It's a severely stacked deck and I don't feel it's reversible. And the bad doers have much more money, power and influence. This is why the good guy wins in a movie. To escape the fact for 2 hours that he doesn't and never will in reality. Not in the long term in a big way. I look at the murder of the NS film tax credit - and jsut think about our political leaders. You stupid fucking asshole shit heads! Were your parents brother and sister? The only system, in terms of THE system, is a corrupt, sick and twisted one. And it's self policed. How does one retain hope for what is obviously un-hope-able? Like a lot of others I have a built in disgust of unfairness and assholeism. And sometimes I fight against it... sometimes think about fighting against it... always admire those who fight against it... but I really am leaning towards giving up. I'm 55 this year and genetics suggest I won't see 75. Twenty years max. 7300 days. 116,800 waking hours. Let's round it down at 100k. I have Netflix. And many of my waking hours have not been ANYWHERE as far as I wish they had been. If moments create days and days create years, how many more moments do I want to go on asshole watching and feeling disgusted. And momentarily kidding myself that I or a group I'm a part of, or a group that I'm not a part of will take back the world and make it nice. Stay here for a short time - gone forever. Which feelings will I fill my days with? Laughter, lust, curiosity, creativity, love... these are much better emotions to fill my moments and years with. (Noticed I did not use the word HOPE which has already been addressed. ) It's ironic in a way. In our youth we care just about ourselves. We then grow up and care about others. This particular caring - if gone unchecked - can fester and grow and create huge misery and frustration. Maybe self caring once again is the only way out. I'm half saying and half asking. It's hard not to relate to George Carlin; "I don’t have pet peeves — I have major psychotic fucking hatreds!" I'm not sure that is reversible either. —Scotty 2 Hottie

Please just sit down. I know you don't want to sit next to a stranger (gasp!), or maybe you think you're being polite by leaving empty seats for other passengers, but really you're just in the way—usually of the back door. Just sit the fuck down please. —Seated Fury

To the snob who doesn't understand wine: you have no taste. Screw-top wine is no worse nor better than corked wine. Screw-tops in fact are better for the endangered cork trees, but you don't care about that cause you’re a tasteless snob. Also, a lot of table wines (e.g. Jackson Triggs) come in boxes as well as bottles and there is no difference in taste. As for your blatant disregard for local producers; go fuck yourself! A number of local producers have created award-winning wines, that have garnered national accolades. And just an FYI, there are plenty of liquor stores that carry really good wines. You just have no taste or any kind of understanding of wine or wine culture to figure that out. —Someone Who Actually Drinks Wine