Andrew Vactor [24] of Urbana, Ohio was given a $150 fine for playing his rap music too loudly. The prosecuting judge, Champaign County Municipal Court Judge Susan Fornof-Lippencott, offered Vactor a lesser fine of $35 if he were to listen to 20 hours of classical music. After 15 minutes of listening to classical music stylings of Bach and Beethoven he decided to pay the full fine. Lippencott justified the sentence as a taste of his own medecine “A lot of people don’t like to be forced to listen to music” she said.
Now I wonder if Vactor would’ve been prosecuted had he been listening to country or jazz? Doubt it. That’s beyond the point though, Lippencott’s prosecution was unjust. How can you charge a man $150 for bumping rap music when we have the thousands of advertisements thrown at our faces? Billboards litter the skies, commercials consume my time and money, countless numbers of trees are destroyed just for paper to print ads on, the radio plays the same old shit littering our airwaves and judge trippin’ on a little rap music? And who does she think she is making him listen to classical? I’m getting worked up, it’s too early in the morning.
I for one will continue to blast my music until the police come.
Bump that shit maestro!
Let’s face it, Facebook [fb] has become the preffered method of communication amognst us college and high school students. I mean fb isn’t the only thing I do, but when there’s nothing to do there’s always facebook to do. Updated with a fresh new presentation, unlimited photo and video uploads, in-browser instant messaging, 240+ fb applications added everyday, and all of your friends hopping on the now 110+ million user network who wouldn’t want in? Even my adorable little nephew has a fb and he’s only 2 years old, but I have to say nay to Facebook. Why? Because F’ Facebook! I’m deactivating my account, it kills too much of my free time. Email me, write me a letter, send me a carrier pigeon, give me a call, throw a brick through my window just stay off that Facecrack. What happened to the days when networking actually meant meeting up with people?
Hello, my name is Calvin and I have been off Facebook for 2 minutes.
I always wondered how my newspaper ended up in my driveway every morning.
Prior to my learnings I would always imagine hundreds of trucks leaving the print factory in the early hours of the morning. The trucks would speed down some major boulevard in single file, individually branching out onto residential streets. Then some guy in uniform hanging out the back of the truck would toss a newspaper with deadly precision onto every subscribers driveway. But after today I have learned that the person that delivers my newspaper actually drives a ‘94 Toyota Carolla with a smashed window. This individual also seems to enjoy listening to jazz. And as for the newspapers…they lie, piled high in the backseat. How disappointing, kind of similar to the feeling I got when I found out Santa Clause isn’t real. But hey, at least I got my newspaper…that I hardly ever read.
I know what I want in life. I don’t want a car, I want cars. I want a new car every week. I want a private jet so I could look down on everyone as I fly by. I’m not too fond of the water but want a Yacht just for the fuck of it. I want an enormous mansion with so many rooms I could house a small town. I want vacation homes all over the planet. I want a sexy wife with fake tits to fuck the shit out of whenever I want. Then I want a divorce, and then another sexy ass wife with fake tits etc, etc. Then I want to hire someone just to come up with things for me to buy.
The message couldn’t be better put than how I saw it on an individual’s t-shirt the other day “Fuck bitches! Get money!”
Word? You feelin’ me?
Hell no. We live in a society that promotes hunger. Hunger for money. That’s pretty wack. Revolution anyone?
