Rot In Hell...

WARNING!


Ma Horton, You ought not read this....



Never in my life has an individual so pissed me off, so upset me, so inclined me to wish ill will towards them, as piece of shit Natural Resources Minister Lisa Raitt and her head honcho, Canadian Prime Steven Harper.

Why that cunt is still in a position of power, is beyond me. Why she has NOT been FIRED from her post, RESIGNED, kicked out of caucus, or yea... pardon me for fucking asking... APOLOGIZED for her comments regarding the GLOBAL Medical Isotope Crisis; let alone her comments regarding a FELLOW Conservative politician and Minister is so fucking beyond me that I don't even think the Borg could catch up to and assimilate it...

If you're not up to speed, here's a link to the long version, if you want the readers digest edition, here ya go...

On tape, which was apparently recorded "by mistake" (who ACCIDENTALLY tapes their OWN conversations?!?! Bitch please!) in January by Raitt's former press secretary Jasmine MacDonnell, Natural Resources Minister Lisa Raitt called the medical isotopes crisis "sexy", said she wanted to take credit for 'fixing it', and expressed doubts about the skills of Health Minister Leona Aglukkaq on a recording obtained by The Chronicle Herald.. MacDonnell said the isotope issue is hard to control, "because it’s confusing to a lot of people."

"But it’s sexy," says Ms. Raitt. "Radioactive leaks. Cancer."

"Nuclear contamination," says Ms. MacDonnell.

"But it’s only about money," says Ms. Raitt.

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No it most fucking certainly IS NOT. It's about people's Health. Their LIVES you fucking cow... their L-I-V-E-S! I see where that's a confusing subject for you though, seeing where you haven't got a soul or a heart.

Listen to me you fat, putrid sack of shit, you have done NOTHING thus far to HELP the crisis, and selling off an offline Reactor that in all likelihood will NEVER come back online is hardly helping. Allowing a national provider (COVIDIAN) of Medical Isotope Generators (not affected by the Chalk River closure because their supply comes from Europe) sell their generators to their competition's clients at a 300 to 400 % inflated cost, while at the same time DENYING their OWN CLIENTS the same generators. By not looking into reviewing the 'shut down before they ever opened' REPLACEMENT reactors for Chalk River, called Maple 1 and Maple 2, yea you cunt, you're doing a great fucking job!

I work in the industry. I see what's going on... a lot of scrambling and stress, hospitals desperate for isotope, employees fearing for their livelihood... everyday individuals worrying about their LIFE, wondering if they have cancer, heart disease etc but have to wait til god knows when for a test...

... yea, keep up the great work bitch. You're doing super. Keep on being the sexy mofo that you are...

Here's hoping you or someone you love doesn't have to go for a test right now to see if that lump in their breast, or on their skin or that pain in the stomach, or head is cancer, or if that sharp pain they get in their chest is a heart condition... No! Wait! On second thought I DO hope YOU do... because that's hawt! That's sooooooo fucking sexy. I hope you are so polluted with cancer that you fucking explode. You disgust me to my very last breath. Go on Bitch, BE the Sexiest Cancer-ridden skank you can be.

I wish for you a long, slow, painful, agonizing death. And that goes for you too Mr. Prime Minister for supporting the bitch in the first place.

Seriously, not even a fucking apology?!
Cunt.
CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT.

Fuck! You!

Sincerely,

Shawn Ellis


ps: for the record these are things that ARE NOT sexy...

pps: these are things that ARE sexy...






See the difference?

Chatty-Cathy on the Crapper

I know I blogged on this one before, so I'll just refer you back to my original post...

All I can add today is ... same person, same stall...

GROSS!

PET PEEVE - Speech from the throne.

What hell is up with people who talk on the phone when they are otherwise occupied in the Bathroom.

5 words for this:
Gross.
Rude.
Gross.
Disgusting.
Gross.

First of all, who the hell are these people that they think they're so damned important and busy that they have to make those calls while they're taking a shit? It can't wait 5 minutes?

And who the hell are they to think that people want to talk to them while they're pinching one? Or won't mind if they find out?

It's bad enough when people answer the phone when it rings while on the throne... and why there's a phone there in the first place is a mystery to me. I mean they either have one there or carry around a cordless or their cell phone everywhere they go, and in any of those cases who is that important that they need to be able to reached while otherwise 'engaged'?

What's even worse are those that decide to take or make a call when in a public restroom.
1) People already speak loud enough when on their cell phones to begin with. The acoustics in the average public john are a little hollow and 'echo-y' are they not? Yelling into their cell phone just makes the sound worse.
2)Then add in the myriad of musical sounds that are already in play in that room. Remember, it's a PUBLIC washroom, there's likely someone else if not many others there feeding the fish etc.
3) Lets add to this the callers OWN vocal performance as nature takes hold ...

Come on people.
C-O-M-E O-N!


Take 5 minutes, relax the old sphincter and give the cell phone a rest too.The reason I'm even talking about this is because yesterday in the mens room at work, a fellow co-worker, apparently well overworked with not enough hours in the day, had to squeeze in not one but TWO business calls while squeezing something else altogether out his business end (if you know what I mean, and I know that you do). Did you hear me folks... BUSINESS CALLS.

As he was talking he was also grunting... I mean it was MORE than obvious what he was doing by his speech. I was absolutely mortified. I swear I feel like talking to his superior about this, I mean what sort of impression of the company is this guy portraying?!?!

I've realized people were on the phone with me on a couple of occasion in the past and when I find out, I simple say, 'Call me when you're free please. " and hang up. That's sick and it's rude and I'll not be a party to it, thank you very much! And when they call me back, rest assured I ask what room they are in.

Look, I read the book, 'Everybody Poos' . I get it. But really... who thinks that ANYONE wants to share their BM's with them. Is it me? Am I the only one that things this is just a skotch over the line?

This one's for Maria...

Yup, it's after 5 pm on Friday, and I'm STILL at work!

And if that does not cheer you and your foot up, I don't know what will!

I'm stuck here til 7 pm. Which is just about the same time I predict that the rain will begin to fall. And seeing as it's 30' C with a humidex of 38'C I'd say it's gonna be a drencher! ... WHY am I so sure... well that's because I'll have to wait 20 minutes for a bus on my way home... UGH!

But all is not bad... N@ amused me via e-mail demain, even if she didn't play my request! I'll forgive her this transgression as she was under duress and being forced to work the afternoon on Crescent St. Poor N@!

I need a drink!

PET PEEVE - Rhinotillexomaniacs

People that pick their nose in public.

The scientific term is: Rhinotillexomania (rhino=nose, tillexis=habit of picking at something, mania=obsession with something)

My term for them: Nasal Spelunkers

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Honestly I don't know WHY this bothers me so much, but it really really does. The sight of someone picking their nose in public just churns my stomach. Good Lord... do they not know we can see them? I mean it's not like they're just going in for a second and exiting. It's like those that feel the need to dig in are not content unless they give a good minute or so to their excavation. It's like a compulsion. There are even some that seem to go out of their way to ensure you DO see them! What's with that? Who are these people? And just WHY do they feel the need to share this with the rest of the population?

On my morning commute today I saw 4 people diggin' for gold. Two on the metro, one in the line for the #100 bus and then another still while on the bus.

What's even MORE disturbing to me than the mere fact they ARE diggin' deep is that these people NEVER have Kleenex! EVER! I've seen people roll it in the fingers, flick it to the floor, wipe it on walls, seats, the doors of a Metro, wipe it on their own clothes and on occasion (just like Tina Morris in Mr Phillips Grade 3 class) eat it! *retch*

Look, I'm not saying I've never picked my nose, I'm just saying I have the common decency and social awareness to do it in the privacy of a bathroom, door closed and with tissue. The way God intended!

PEE-YEW!

To quote Bonnie McFarlane (a GREAT if not unappreciated Canadian comedian) :

"There are a lot of smells on the subway... 'stinking rich' is not one of them!"

... so there I was this morning on the Metro on my daily schlep to work, quietly minding my own business, reading my '24 heures' and listening to the Scissor Sisters, 'Kiss you off" , when we pulled into Sherbrooke station and this fur-coat wearin', Tammy Faye Baker make-up smearin'; 2 inch finger nail wearin' 'lady' walks on... The doors shut, and JUST as the cars are pulling out of the station it starts hitting everyone in the car...

The STENCH of god knows what cheap-ass ,1/2 price, knock-off perfume she was wearing started ATTACKING us all...

I swear you could see it reaching others in the car. You could tell by the instantly stunned look they got as one nostril would flair, and their eyes began to water. Before we reached Mont-Royal ( the next station) people were noticeable coughing.

At Rosemont, (3 stops after she boarded) I changed cars. I couldn't handle it!

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So here are my problems:

1) Betch was wearing fur. - and it was not faux.
2) What the hell is Betch wearing fur for in this weather?! Sure it's not quite summer yet, but Mary! winter is O-VER!
3) What the hell is Betch wearing fur, doing in the Metro?!?! (in my estimation if you can afford such a luxury item, you should have the equally obnoxiously over priced car to go with it)
4) What the HELL was that perfume?

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I can only imagine that after years of dowsing herself in that stink, -that could, if given a couple minutes, knock a buzzard off a shit wagon- has left hard-of-smelling. 'Cause you wouldn't WANT to smell like that on purpose... Would you?

And who are this person's friends and family, that they never once told her that she F**KING REEKS ?!?!?!

Here's a simple rule, if you can smell the perfume or cologne you are wearing 5 mins after you put it on... you've got on TOO MUCH! I seem to remember this even being covered on at least one episode of Oprah... where you spritz a bit into the air and walk through it. and that's it! A bottle of perfume should last more than a day!

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... and how was your morning commute?