Some of you are the Ass in the word Class. Thank you for the early morning wake up call: 6:20 am. Your white import car, and the red sunfire. 8:10 am. You take he turn in front of our residential neighborhood homes in first gear. No mufflers guys? Give me a break.  If we are waking up to it, it is against the law.  You will be asked mano a mano, if no response, your plates go to the police. Caretakers of the Peace. COP. —Deandre

Can the cyclists in this city please decide if they're abiding by pedestrian laws or motorist laws? Figure it out—you can't switch back and forth when it suits you to use a crosswalk. —Jesus Murphy

Not many understand the digital landscape for advertising. And if the NS Conservative election campaign thinks they are getting great numbers on their YouTube video they are wrong. My very sick four year old has watched it at least 20 times and now my equally as sick seven year old will be making up a lot of your “stats.” Those views will not help your campaign at all. Content is just as important as analytics. Dig a bit deeper and think a little harder. —Thinking about more than numbers

You can do your homework and compare the platforms yourself. I genuinely believe that those who decide to take a leap into public office want to serve for the greater good in our province.... But somehow these human beings (reminder: politicians are daughters, mothers, fathers, sons, etc.) get abused by all of you in the process. We are legitimately horrible to each other. For the record, Nova Scotia is Guysborough. It's Sydney Mines. It's Eskasoni to Shelburne, it's Antigonish to Gulliver’s Cove and a million other coves where there are hard working beautiful people who love this province and pay taxes just like every HRM resident. Their issues and their voices rarely make the headlines. They pay the price for all the followers who listen to the negative messages of media. Forget the election for a second: everyone, please go around your neighbourhood today...Maybe walk, maybe drive, maybe take your ATV out if you're out in the country. Maybe the sun is shining, maybe it's overcast. Just look around. What the hell are you complaining about? I don’t have and any money and I'm stressed over my head but I'm not about to blame and send hate mail to a person who puts their neck out for Nova Scotians and takes all of your abuse!!!! So shut up and vote and carry on with your day. —ThinkOfYourFellowMan

I was disappointed to see an article celebrating a design construction company recently. I had hired this company to do a project in the past year and had a horrible experience. The work was of poor quality, overpriced and at times I felt under personal attack from the owner of the company. The unprofessionalism was astounding. The experience was so bad that it causes me and my family stress and anxiety for months and since then we have never felt comfortable in our house. —CAP

I am taxed the fuck out.
Taxes on taxes for gas.
High taxes for water.
Taxes on products that tax has already been paid on ( used cars ).
Higher power rates.
Fucking insane costs for internet/phone/TV.
Fucking cost at the grocery stores now...through the fucking roof.
Fucking Zoolander imposing a carbon tax now.
Fucking ditch tax.......really?
Property tax....sky high.....Fuck!
High rates to renew fucking stickers on my car......fucking gross!
Income tax
Provincial tax
Federal tax........... fuuuuuck!
A fella can barely afford a 6 pack of beer to drown his taxed fucking sorrows at the end of a taxing week.
TAXES AND FEES!

Now you're proposing free education, midwifery, and whatever else? Why not free fucking trips to the moon. Promises of more and more from every party but no way to cover the costs. This province.......fuck man .....this province. Stay the fuck out of my pockets for Christ sake. I'm tapped. —Taxed!

I hit the button to cross the street but the lights don't activate. Why not? Pffft, I'm not an electrician. A fast moving motorist, in her benevolence, chooses not to hit me, but aghast, cranes her head to confirm the lack of flashing lights as proof that she was in the right to do so. This simply cannot be! How dare I cross here, despite the one, two, three, four signs and the literal crosswalk painted on the street! Conclusion: since crosswalks don't exist unless there's a flash of light, forget the orange flags. Give us flares. —I’m walking here!

There I was walking down Agricola on a windy night when...boom. A sign, my hand, and then my thigh. The next few moments were filled with pain and shock. What was that object that just slashed open my hand and smacked my thigh? As I turned my head and watched it blow away, I realized exactly what it was: An election sign. For which candidate? Only the wind knows. Alas, I still know not of whose ballet I shall not cast, but one thing is for certain…I am going to have a bruise. Dear candidates, please secure your signs. Love, my thigh.

PS: I am voting for Gary anyway. —A lover, not a hater

I'm trying to find a job and I'm finding it really annoying that every fucking place makes you sign up to their web site and basically recreate your entire fucking resume on their site.  Why can't these idiot employers just allow you to upload a resume?  I already wrote a resume and an entire cover letter specifically for you.  Quit expecting several hours of our time to deconstruct our whole resume, coping and pasting each job and course we've ever taken and each reference.  It's all on my fucking resume!  You are the type of moronic assholes I would never want to work for.  When I see this shit, I leave your site and don't bother applying to your shitty job.  You are fucking stupid!  You think people got all day for this crap?  I've done it all before and you waste hours and they don't even call you for an interview!  GFY! —You wasted my time for the last time

Here is the correct order in which the weekend's events should have occurred: Make me a banana choc smoothie, tell me about your 'technical' breakup, I'll throw said smoothie in your face, and we can skip the rest. Thank you for understanding.

Sincerely,

—I would advise not messing with a Scorpio, particularly not a brunette one, in the future