I couldn't possibly think of a more boring game. Way to go, Waffles!
Well then I guess the planet had better buck up and start producing faster then, shant it?
Yeah, I believe it fucking shall.
Get to work slacker planet: I got mountains of disposable shiite to buy and discard!
Irony or not it is a real possibility is it not?
Nobody thinks about the kids, do they? No. they just want to slam the parents into the jail cells.
Nice. Real nice.
I don't think I've seen a better exposition of the phrase 'self-fulfilling prophesy'
Congratulations.
Yeah, and then what happens to their kids? Are YOU going to take care of them?
didn't think so.
Great plan.
I wish Blackberry would just fold already and go away. It's obviously their only real option and I find this hanging on for no real purpose quite irritating.
To the BB folks: get a job!
That's irrelevant to the conversation at hand.
I think what's going on here is that cops cannot be seen being defeated. This woman was sacrificed upon the alter of 'you will obey cops, OR ELSE'.
If they would have went away then their jobs, as a whole, would be harder as other the animals on the farm learn that they can in some cases refuse the orders of the pigs. That type of thinking can NOT stand in the minds of any of the other animals on the farm.
This woman was made herself an example. If the pigs show up at your door with a warrant you're not going to get your shotgun because you've seen this all before, and you therefore know how it's going to end.
That's the name of the game here; it's similar to putting heads on sticks as a show of your superiority.
The biggest gang WILL keep control. And they'll sacrifice any lives necessary to do it. Because if they don't another gang will. It's the law of the farm. And we are, after all, still animals.
Citation required.
You're the one making the claim. I want sections, paragraphs, and sentences.
Oh - so it was JIMMY CARTER who motivated the illegal invasion of Iraq. Right....
You're not supposed to vote for who's going to win you're supposed to vote for who you want to win.
Lots of folks confuse bad management with destiny. -- Frank Hubbard