Take comfort in the fact that every time someone types out the phrases "should of (sic) complied" or "play stupid games win stupid prizes" a spirit appears like in A Christmas Carol and shows them the future where they die alone without ever having known the love of another living being.
We hear you, we see you, and we know - as you do - that you're a miserable sorta-excuse for a human being who will never know a moment's happiness let alone be tolerable to any other person. Your existence is a cancer on the world and everyone forced to encounter you, even for a moment, is worse off for it. And unlike this woman shot down in cold blood, the moment you die will pass entirely unnoticed and unremaked upon. It will be like you never existed, and you know every word I said here is true. That's why you act the way you do and talk the way you do - because at night, when you're alone, you know all of this. The only thing that never occurs to you is that everyone around you knows it about you, too. You think your act fools anyone, and that's the scariest thing to you: the possibility that people see you for the coward you are.
They do. We do. Sleep tight. ...
It takes an enormous amount of courage to stand there, keep filming, and scream "What the fuck, you asshole" at someone wearing a badge who just shot and killed one of your neighbors in cold blood.
If you're grasping for anything to feel good about right now - and that's a very difficult thing to find - feel good about the fact that not everyone is as much of a spineless, collaborating coward as our elites. Total strangers will risk their lives to stand next to you. ...
Ambrosini says:
I vote for the bottom, where is gas that high? That is just insane.
Ed says:
That was in one of the storm-damaged but not destroyed parts of Mississippi.
J. Dryden says:
Well, to be fair, this is probably the only way this individual can offer the product and still stay in business. Ideally, of course, he'd just give the stuff away at cost, and the Disaster Relief fund would reimburse him for any losses. But given what it must cost to get the gasoline to his place these days, the prices might not be so unreasonable. I see it as another example of the government's failure to make it possible for local life to exist in any kind of functional way, rather than a greedy bastard out to soak a miserable situation and its desperate victims. Then again, I don't know the context of the photo, so it's entirely possible that that's EXACTLY what he's doing, in which case, he's going to Hell, most likely.
Michael says:
The BP station was in MidTown Atlanta. And was one of about 10 stations in town to more than double prices after the storm. All are being investigated and will pay in the end for their gouging.
I wonder what's in the bag? if it's water, diapers, or food I would say he's surviving. If it's Nike's and X-box I would say he's looting.
-Michael