“dissemination in any manner to the public of any information that the disseminator knows to be false and that states or implies that an agricultural food product is not safe for consumption by the public”

“dissemination in any manner to the public of any information that the disseminator knows to be false and that states or implies that an agricultural food product is not safe for consumption by the public”

Wanted to add this for a little clarity, since a lot of people arent getting my position: Disney/ABC irresponsibly reported on something in a way that intentionally turned the public against something that was never a problem and actually a net positive for society. They intentionally omitted the positive context in…

But but but SUBWAY PUT GROUND-UP YOGA MATS IN THEIR BREAD. And I avoid CHEMICALS in my food. And if I can’t pronounce an ingredient, it’s BAD for me.

This is way off base and as an engineer who is obsessed with efficiency, Disney and ABC were definitely in the wrong and deserved to pay up.

I don’t understand how he’s even trying to sue for anything. Look at the picture. Best case scenario: his hand is over her dress, on her ass. Worst case scenario: his fingers are slipped under her dress, on her bare ass.

I agree with you and find many of these comments disturbing in their need to castigate and condemn. This person wields absolutely no power, their words and deeds are instantly stopped and they have become a source of ridicule. Their hateful words/deeds do not have the effect of furthering racism and no one is hurt…

That’s fine, everyone is entitled to believe what they want, and in all honesty, there’s no way anyone who has only seen the video can know for certain what’s really going on. She might be saying it because she’s a racist, she might be saying it because she’s acting out some role, she might be saying it because she…

If you know people who are mentally ill, particularly schizophrenic, you should know that during an episode they may express beliefs that aren’t really theirs. Sure, they could be racist, but they could also be stuck in some fantasy they’ve created, based on something they saw on TV. A person like this, if she is…

Well, that explains a bit more. I hadn’t looked deeper into the story. Delusions, paranoia, has the hallmarks of schizophrenia. Something that I watched take one of my closest friends growing up when we were in our early twenties. I don’t want to be an armchair psychologist though. Whether brought on through extensive…

If you look at some of the source material that isn’t linked above, the guy who recorded the video noted that before he started recording, she was ranting about terrorists having flesh caves under the store...

by idiots, you mean the mentally ill?

...is she not wearing shoes?

HOWEVER, there is an exception to this. To whit, that the truck rolls into your cul de sac in the evenings with their jingle going...just a bit too slow. There is nothing creepier than a slightly too slow, slightly distorted ice cream jingle at nine in the evening. It’s so wrong.

I live in a rural area near a race track. Some new farmettes popped up, and people moved in and immediately started bitching about the noise. The noise they were fully aware of when they moved there. Local officials told them to fuck off. Shame that not every area can stand up to the professional whiners like that.

Ahh, yes, and fresh on the heels of the smoke ordinance that almost forced Franklin’s (and several other BBQ joints) to move. Seriously?
(I live in Pflugerville, BTW. I love Austin)

I don’t live in Austin, but seriously fuck these people. People who move into an established neighborhood and then complain about what’s already established are the worst of humanity.

Eh. Assholes be assholes. In Austin we’re dealing with the deluge of people moving into “the live music capital of the world’s” downtown area and complaining so hard about said live music the city enacts noice ordinances that within a year cause some of the most cherished venues in the city to either relocate or close.

True story, I dated a guy who lived down the street from the ice cream truck depot in the West Village. Around 5pm, every summer evening, they all roll out as an adorably coordinated sugar-fueled cheer army. The jingles were always delightful because even though they were loud, they just sound like happiness.

Oh Florida.