Music blared from Yonge-Dundas Square, the sound track for some sort of stationary-bicycle race for dignity; meanwhile, a movie crew idled around the corner, movies being the only shooting we want in this town. And I was thinking this: You two-bit thug. You thing. You it. You worse than the scum I scrape off my shoe. The man you targeted is dead. Whether it was drugs, or retaliation, or — sorry, there is no possible reason for a man to die like that. Innocent people were wounded, and hundreds were scared witless; no reason. You made us observers and participants in your puny little war. No reason. You lousy s.o.b. None of us were wearing flak jackets, but all of us were thinking this: why do we have to be brave to come downtown; why should it take guts to sit on a hard chair at an easy-to-wipe table in a lousy little food court; why must we worry when all we want to do is to buy a pair of shoes, get a bite to eat and go home again; and, why, for the love of all that’s holy, should the smell of salt and fat now remind some people of a battlefield? You worthless chicken. It doesn’t take any courage to sneak up and take someone by surprise. It takes the opposite of courage. The way gangs did it once upon a time — unless it was all-out war, and even then — was to take care of business one on one, face to face, man to man, where nobody was going to get hurt except those who were supposed to get hurt. To open fire in a crowd? To hurt children? To inflict terror upon the innocent? That’s the act of a sick boy, not a man. You’re not a bad-***, you’re a sad-***. And, if you have any brains, you’re scared. Is it a thrill, to be the most-wanted? Do you like hiding under your bed with the lights out, the curtains drawn, the radio turned down low? Do you think, if you get a haircut and a hat, that no one will know who you are when you try to sneak around? Enjoy the frisson while it lasts. The history of this stuff, based on the track record of the cops, suggests you don’t have long. The only thing long is the sentence you’ll get when you are caught. If you had any guts, you’d turn yourself in today and save us all some time. Your mother’s heart is broken now, and your father’s head is sore. Or, if your mother was one of those bad mothers, and if you father was a crap dad, then it’s even worse because you could have been their redemption. You sucker. Now the cops are going to trample you, and there isn’t a civil libertarian in this town who will not look the other way when you show up in court with a broken cheek, a split lip, a splintered rib. For making life hell for the rest of us, for taking life, and for wrecking lives, screw you. The novelist in me wonders about the woman who went into labour, and the child whose impulse toward the light was provoked by bullets in a crowd: What lullabies will that mother sing, and what questions will a child have who heard, in utero, gunshots? Will that child be a cop, a novelist, a lawyer, a doctor, a food court fry cook, a journalist, a jazz percussionist, or a painter whose themes are public space defined by police tape? I’ve got news: that child will be anything but a thug like you. - Joe Fiorito http://www.thestar.com/news/article/1205253--fiorito-eaton-centre-shooter-a-loser ****************** DITTO to everything he said

carafaat you rascal, you freaked me out it's perturbing to see my SOL nickname in the title. that's one cool looking coffee shop though.

he must be really good that UCLA wants him that much. I'm sure if the kid takes the scholarship his dad will pay that money back in donations or something... a friend of mine got a full 4 year scholarship to a university in NY for running - complete with a stipend for spending money. US universities have twisted priorities..

akh my eyes! :eek: the second video should have a warning about disturbing scenes...

Done and done! I'm so there

Nin-Yaaban;811602 wrote: Edmonton man pleads manslaughter in Ottawa beating death. Mohamed Jama Yusuf, 23 They sentenced him to 7.5 years in prison...too short in my opinion... http://www.ottawacitizen.com/news/Judge+jails+bully+stomped+death+year+prison+term/6625949/story.html

gotta love funny youtube comments!

^or this is the beginning of a zombie apocalypse! (I watch too many movies )

individuals are good. people, on the other hand, not so much...

ahaha! oops, you're right

Hey how is your 30 day internet challenge going?

they might be waiting for their cue to jump out and do a choreographed dance.. or maybe they're on stand-by in case anyone backs out and tries to run for it

^^ tell me about it...my parents were confused when I told her what I was going to do. I know I made a good decision though whenever I look at the job opportunities available in my field (fundraising). What did you go to school for? I wanted to do it all in university! I couldn't decide so I made a plan to take as many different types of courses. My major was International Development (social science, poli-sci and economics courses) I had a minor in health sciences and another minor in the physical sciences (geology, hydrology etc.) and my electives were arts/literature classes... my education was as multi-disciplinary as it gets

aren't there stories of ppl living hundreds of years in the olden days?

Teddy Afro is the man!

I'm curious how you're finding out about these crazies...are you scouring the net for somali criminals? or maybe you have a google alert or something? Tell, me I'm just curious!

Faarax-Brawn;826694 wrote: He wasnt a middle aged Faarax in the streets of Minneapolis, Was he? If so, I am sorry. that was Me. Yes, i text(actually I twitt) walking like a drunk modasoka no way, I would never elbow a somali person - it might come back to haunt me! all other nationalities are fair game though...

I'm guilty of taking my time answering texts not a fan of texting but I prefer it to long unecessary phone calls.. My biggest texting beef is ppl who walk & text - just the other day I had to elbow someone out of the way because they were texting and walking soo slowly through the door..in retrospect I was pretty rude to her but dammit if you're going to text, step to the damn side! argh.

Dr_Osman;824056 wrote: Everyday at 11:00 at work my morning tea consists of This cake While washing it down with Damn just thinking about eating and drinking that every day makes me ill - that's a lot of junk, go easy on your body!

desertification is a huge issue and it doesn't help that there are so many goats gobbling up the very thing that's keeping the topsoil intact

chubacka;823396 wrote: Students get such a crap deal, 21 and eyewateringly in debt, such a crap way to start your adult life. very true - that's why we call it a "debt sentence"

congrats!! good job, I can't even imagine how that must feel..I think I have 2-3 years left (at least!) To celebrate I would probably buy something nice to mark the occassion.

cool website! OdaySomali;822936 wrote: - In addition to verbs of action, verbs are also words that state a fact or condition and show no action. These words are known as state-of-being verbs . The most common state-of-being verbs are am, are, is, were and was. For example, in the sentence " that man is my father ", the word “is”, is the state-of-being-verb. :D I taught English in Asia for a year and my school called those "Be verbs" .. am, is, are etc I learned a lot that year

Che -Guevara;822134 wrote: On sidenote, why would black person get tattoos? I know right?! it looks like he has a skin condition...

you're setting yourself up for failure man - 30 days is a long time why not start out with a week and then eventually move up to 30 days. I agree with aaliyah that deleting/suspending your accounts might help you stay off them. good luck!