Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette

Yesterday on the long GO train ride back to Mississauga, my best friend (she's like my big sister) Ash and I were laughing and talking as we normally do on the way back home, when she gave me a funny look and grabbed my hand. She started sniffing my hand and looked at me, horrified. She took one more whiff and finally said, as if the world had come to an end: "are you smoking?"

Ash is one of a few of my closest friends that I have so much respect for that I'm afraid to tell them when I'm doing something that is completely out of character for me. So, head to the floor, I sheepishly whimpered, "yes" and looked up at her knowing I'd get a look of disapproval.

Ash couldn't believe it. "You, of all people!? Mr. Conservative?!" I told her that I had bought my first pack for myself (I had purchased packs of smokes for friends, my girlfriend, and others, but never one for myself) and after two or three days, it was finished.

Today, I purchased my third pack and I've only been smoking for less than a week.

It is completely out of character for me to smoke anything. It started less than a year ago when a friend of mine and a colleague were sitting in his backyard. My friend brought this case with a bottle of scotch and three Cohiba cigars. It was almost decedant, once I learned how to smoke it. I immediately understood the reason people smoked, and why the peer pressure of smoking is so rampant. But I wouldn't learn more about it until I got to Cuba with my girlfriend in January. I smoked cigars almost every single day. (Lie. I smoked at least two cigars every day). And only Cohiba cigars, "de very best der iz!" as Samuel L. Jackson would say!

I craved cigars now. I enjoyed the smell, taste and the relaxing feeling of the smoke swirling around my face. My friends on the other hand couldn't (and still dont) let up on the phallic references of smoking a cigar.

But it was the last three weeks where it changed.

In my desperation of smoking a cigar, I found a cigar store that I would buy the occasional Cohiba Siglio 2 and smoke later on my balcony. I found a store in Mississauga's Square One that sold me a cigar, and I noticed a box of Cohibas that appeared to be a cigarette package. Wow! I exclaimed. I could buy that and have cigars with me all the time without being forced to smoke the entire thing in less than 10 minutes.

I never did go back to Square One and here I was, at King and Simcoe, in this little convenience store the size of a bathroom stall, and there it was, the pack of Cohiba Mini-Club cigars, which is about the diameter of a normal cigarette but longer (and because it's a cigar, it burns a lot longer).

I asked the clerk for a pack and he sold me a pack of 20 mini-Club's for $50 bucks, which would be about 5 times the price of a pack of cigarettes (and you get about 5 more cigarettes in a pack). I didn't care about the cost (until I found a cigar shop with a huge walk-in humidor at King and Yonge, who sold me a box of Cohiba Clubs (20 in a pack, which are thicker in diameter than mini-clubs and slightly longer) for the same $50 bucks. The mini-clubs sold here for $25.

I smoked this pack of 20 cigars in less than three days. I was ashamed but I felt gooood. Whatever stress I had, was all gone. I felt relaxed and de-stressed... but the stress came back quickly (and not just because I quickly surpressed it with tobacco, but because there were legitimate things happening in my life that just about killed me).

So, after once buying my Princess her smokes, which I had a few of in the past - and having more and more of hers lately - I bought my own pack. This was monumental. I bought a pack of smokes for myself. I purchased cigarettes, not for a friend, not for a girlfriend, not for some stranger and certainly never for someone underage (I refuse to do that). I was buying a pack for me.

And so, I unwrapped the pack while heading to my girlfriend's place last week, and while standing on the GO train I fumbled between my MP3 player, my laptop bag, my lighter and a pack of cigarettes. I pulled the first cigarette out of the pack. It was not the first time I had held one of these... my father who smoked until it killed him, had a pack in the bathroom of his place when I was 6 or so, and I picked it up and almost smoked it...and then he caught me. Something to be said about carribean discipline...in that, after you get the beating of a lifetime (which seems to happen more often than an actual lifetime's duration) you never forget why you got the beating in the first place.

As I pulled this cigarette out, I fumbled to close the pack and in the process, I dropped the cigarette on the floor. I was not going to smoke it, but that was the first cigarette I pulled out of the pack - the one that fell out of my hand and onto the floor. Perhaps this was a last-ditch effort to send signals to me to not do this before I'm lost in the abyss of Big Tobacco?

And so here I stood, waiting for my Princess to pick me up from the GO station, and while waiting, I decide, no time like the present and I smoke my first cigarette that belonged only to me, that I bought with my own money, from a pack I intended to smoke entirely on my own.

That pack lasted two days.

But those two days were nearly stress free. Even yesterday, where I started my second pack (I bought a third pack just this morning) after a totally huge waste of time meeting at Queens Park, I was ready to kill...and then I took a puff of the cigarette and calmed right the fuck down.

I can't take a cigarette out of the pack and smell it without feeling like I was stepping into heaven. It even smells great!

My younger brother, who has been smoking for a few years now, would probably react the same way anyone who is reading this now would react: Donald? Smoking? Ha! Yet, here I am, puffing away - I once smoked 7 cigarettes in one night in less than 2 hours - damned the consequences, damned the history.

My father, who died in 1995 when I was quite young and not ready to lose my dad (and not knowing why until a year had passed) would surely come down from heaven and kick my ass if he found out I was smoking. In fact, I don't put it past him to walk in my office right now, take off his leather belt (which surely is about an inch thick, for maximum beating pain) and lace me a few hundred times just for even thinking about smoking. Both my younger brother and I would get it good just for doing what he's doing.

And I think about the cost - 9.45 per pack of 25, and that's a cheaper pack. Some people smoke a pack every day. Some smoke two a day. I don't know how that's possible. Then again, I didn't know how it was possible to enjoy a rolled up stuffed stack of dirty leaves burning in your mouth. And here I am, doing just that.

Ash says it's not a way to deal with stress. (Actually, her words verbatim:
"FYI, you can't internalize things... the stress gets worse, you need to get it out, and don't bloody SMOKE!") I agreed for a long time that smoking was not a good excuse for stress management. But it's so easy. The money I spend on cigarettes would go to better things like paying debts, or taking my Princess out to a movie. But... all the things they warned me about smoking are devilishly good: it's cool, it makes you feel good, everyone is doing it (and I mean everyone - nothing makes you realise how many others smoke until you start smoking yourself). I couldn't believe how I fell into this trap but I did, and now I'm thinking... how do I fall out of it? How will I be ready to quit when the time comes to quit?

It's easy now because I don't seek many excuses to go out and smoke...well, that's bullshit, I do seek excuses to get out and smoke (or, I'll just go out and smoke and fuck the excuses). But I am not doing it nearly as often as I know others to go smoke... the ones who manage to smoke a pack a day I guess (25 cigarettes in a day? Wow... for that kind of money I'd expect ownership in Big Tobacco).

Smoking cigarettes is not a healthy thing to do, we all know that. And Health Canada's bright graphic labels push that message. But smoking won't disappear just because government's regulate and restrict it, tax the hell out of it, and push health and safety. They know that they're raking in millions, tobacco companies make billions, and thousands die - so it's automatic population control without direct intervention by government and corporate Canada/America. It's like the line in The Insider, a movie about a ex-tobacco VP who blew the whistle on the health factor of cigarettes. An exec for CBS News sits with a news team discussing the gag order by Big Tobacco's Brown and Williamson to prevent Jeffrey Wigand from talking and the exec says, mockingly of Big Tobacco's famous C-SPAN testamony that they believed cigarettes to be non-addictive: "tobacco? we don't know! hey, we take a bunch of leaves, roll 'em together, after that you're on your own, we don't know!"

I laughed at that line. The truth is, smoking cigarettes is a personal decision, and corporations are in the business of making money. It is a personal decision to smoke, as it was mine. Health Canada's warnings are good at reminding you of the consequences, but as I said to myself aloud in the elevator down to go for a smoke break, I read the package label which warned, "TOBACCO USE CAN MAKE YOU IMPOTENT".

I laughed to myself: "No," I said alone, "tobacco does not make you impotent. Evil women make you impotent. You don't see Health Canada putting fucking labels on evil, bad women... maybe they should fucking start!"

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette!
Puff, puff, puff until you smoke yourself to death!

Stand back, I have something very nice to say about David Miller...

All you need to read is this:
http://network.nationalpost.com/np/blogs/toronto/archive/2008/05/08/tax-breaks-the-right-thing-to-do-miller.aspx


Miller shouldn't be congratulated. But he definately should be thanked for doing the right thing. An excellent decision by Miller and Co.

Dalton's Time to Shine

As I type this, it is 1:44 PM on Sunday, April 17th. Instead of doing some work on my client's website, or spending time with my girlfriend, I'm watching the Ontario Parliament Television Network, channel 105 on Rogers Digital Cable. Instead of listening to classical baroque, Bob Runciman, Leader of the Opposition, is speaking to bill 66: an act to resolve labour disputes between the Toronto Transit Commission and three unions.

The fact that they are sitting on a Sunday afternoon speaks highly to a decision Dalton McGuinty made to resolve the sudden and unexpected strike of the TTC.

Everything about this strike is completely unacceptable. Unions are extinct and so are the likes of people like Bob Kinnear. Right now, everyone's calling for everyone's head. I've determined that I'm never going to pay another god-damned fare on the TTC (which should stand for Take The Car).

And what happened about the 48 hour notice? Are unions really necessary these days? Nope.

The talk now is determining the TTC as an essential service. It has to happen. But Above All! It must be privatized. The union not only owes an apology to Torontonians, but it needs to cease to exist.

Ontario PSA Testing and the Difference We Could Have Made

Dalton McGuinty, in the 2007 election campaign, was very clear about a promise to start funding annual Prostate Specific Antigen tests (PSA) for men over the age of 50 through OHIP.

So when I heard nothing about that during the budget, I was shocked and surprised. Why would the government pass over such a critical promise in the election to fund testing for the most deadly cancer in Canadian men? I expected that it was just another slight by another Canadian government to Men's Health - again - and that I should also not be surprised, because Dalton McGuinty is a lying tub of shit.

So I read in the news today that Howard Hampton, the pastor-like leader of the NDP, criticized McGuinty for breaking yet another promise. Hampton used a line that cracked me up: "Dalton McGuinty was very specific during the election. He said the government would pay for PSA tests, no exceptions, no maybe in the fullness of time. He said that this would be covered under OHIP".

The Fullness of Time. HAHA.

Well, George Smitherman believed that it was probably lost in the budget and not announced (the start date for funding won't happen until January 2009.... so technically, they're keeping their promise... meanwhile, screening for prostate cancer will still have to come out of the pockets of men going for testing, which is completely unfair), because "it's impossible to pass along, even from the budget, every ounce of detail that would be helpful".

Gee. Prostate cancer is more common in men than any other cancer in Canada per year. I think it would be helpful to provide ounces of detail at the soonest opportunity.

Hampton and Leader of the Opposition Bob Runciman both said that the issue of prostate cancer funding was overshadowed during the campaign by the stupid faith-based school policy that dominated the entire campaign and lead to a disasterous loss of what was expected to be a major gain of seats for the Ontario PC Party. I agree, seeing the fallout of the PSA testing not starting until 2009. It infuriates me that the school policy made everything else seem like peanuts. Prostate cancer testing is serious, required and should not have been put at the back of the bus, which is exactly what McGuinty did by not making it available until 2009. I also think that testing should start at 30 years old and not 50.

These are the kind of fucking issues that should have been addressed during the October 2007 campaign, and weren't, because we were all wrapped around the axle on a disasterous policy that made everything else insignificant.

It makes me SO GOD DAMNED PISSED, because healthcare is such a serious issue today. When we are on track for funding healthcare with 50% of the Ontario annual budget, you might think we'd spend more time talking about that.

Well. I can't fault McGuinty for at least funding PSA testing with OHIP. I just wish we had a chance to influence the policy when everyone was listening: during an election campaign.

Maybe Toronto's 2008 Olympic Bid wasn't such a bad idea after all?

When Toronto was up against Istanbul, Paris, Osaka and Beijing for the Olympic Games in 2008, I was very much opposed to the games coming to Toronto, because we simply hadn't proved to the people who lived here that we were capable of handling millions more living with us for 2 weeks, let alone the 3 million who already lived, worked and played in the big smoke.

So, when Juan Antonio Samaranch, outgoing International Olympic Committee president, proudly announced (as if he was the father watching the birth of his newborn son) that Beijing would host the 2008 Olympic Games, most Torontonians sunk in their chairs with a heavy heart. Was it because of Mel Lastman's insensitive comments toward Africans? Was it because of our inability to house a massive Olympic infrastructure required for the games? Or was it because everyone on the Beijing Olympic Committee gave free blowjobs to everyone on the IOC Evaluation Committee (along with other free trinkets)?

Samaranch was so desperate to say that he was the one who brought the games to the most oppressive, regressive and pure evil country on Earth, that the entire Host City vote was lopsided and rife with controversy and scandal. In the end, nothing was going to stop the 56 votes to Toronto's 22 (putting T.Dot in second place).

It wasn't too long after this vote that we begun to hear about the ridiculousness of hosting the games in the consistently worst country ever. Spray-painting the grass in a green hue. Teaching the Chinese to spit in paper bags marked "spit". But no one began to truely regret giving China the games until the Tibetians decided that they had enough of being treated like second-class nothings under China's rule, and figured that "all the world's a stage".

The Games have always been noted for problems in it's past. Boycotting Games, terrorist killings and explosions, and there's always at least one idiot who gets caught doping. Maybe it's because I haven't lived for 110 years. But I can't recall a torch relay where the flame of the Olympic Torch, the one purely common ground of humankind regardless of who you are, what you look like, and how fast you can do the 100m dash, was snuffed out - twice - because of unbelieveable protest to China hosting the games, and it's terrible, dispicable and shameful human rights record.


Doth protest too much. So, off with your head.

Protesters to China were given the death penalty. The DEATH PENALTY for protesting? Now, I hate protesters. I think they're generally annoying. But that's because I'm used to western protesters, who are limousine liberals and don't do shit to really help make a difference, other than spray paint buildings on Bay Street and intentionally start fights with police and passersby.

But even though I hate these swine, I would never, ever insist they face the death penalty (ok, maybe once when they were spray painting buildings.... but it was all in jest!). The beauty of democracy is that we allow people to be temporarily criminally insane just enough to spray paint buildings and intentionally start fights with police, but nothing more, and only long enough to march down Yonge Street to Queens Park or Nathan Phillips Square. After that, when they've gone back home to their $300,000 homes, or to their specialty shops spending more money on a bar of soap than I would in a lifetime on the same damned thing, we pretend they don't exist, and wait for the next big crisis that demands their attention.

We never arrest or prosecute these people unless they are explicitly breaking the law or harming the health and safety of others (including the ones who are there to protect the health and safety of others). Even in the most violent of protests, we are grateful that we live in a country and in a society where people are free to be idiots, as much as people like me hate them.

But kill them for protesting? For disagreeing with government? A loss of life because you say "no"? Even jailing for disagreement is a bit too much. But this is the country we awarded the Olympic Games to... a ceremony of sport, achievement and brotherhood... and it's gone to a country that wants to run over little men with 4 massive army tanks. (How many spoofs can be created from one simple, powerful image?)


Sour Grapes? Or just fairness?

I had thought a lot lately about whether or not it was truly fair for Toronto to lose the games to a violent and evil country like China. Even if not Toronto, then what say IOC about the other bid cities? Paris? Osaka? Even Istanbul? It's a shame that the IOC shunned any of these cities for political gain. In the end, Toronto could have done well with the games, if not because it would have given us our own gain in terms of infrastructure and improvements, but because at least we don't kill our own protesters.

Never in my wildest dreams would I ever imagine saying this, but maybe freeing Tibet would be the start in turning around the perception that China is a shithole.

Rob Ford and Georgio Mammoliti, together at last!

So I'm at home this week, recovering from a very painful tonsillectomy, being looked after by my girlfriend at her place, working from home. It's when I decide to take a break and peruse the Post, that I discover this brilliant video on YouTube.

The video, among other things, shows a very irate Rob Ford and George Mammoliti (who I hate much less now, having seen the video) confronting one pansy-ass named John Barber, a so-called reporter for the Globe and Mail.

Barber, a very obvious socialist, was pressing Rob Ford (and earlier, Case Ootes) on information regarding a vote to keep Julian Fantino, then Chief of Police.

There's a lot of commotion on the council floor, but it gets interesting about 1 minute into the video, when Barber, demanding to Rob Ford with Mammoliti to his right, and a smug Howard Moscoe in the distance, insists: "answer the question you fat fuck". You don't hear him say "fat fuck" but by the movement of John Barber's mouth you can very clearly tell that it's what he says. And Mammoliti has no reason to defend Ford, until now when he pipes up: "why did you just call him a fat fuck?". Mammoliti repeatedly asks this of Barber who then is chased out of the council chamber and onto the outdoor podium of City Hall. Ford, pissed off as all hell, follows him to the outdoor exit, demanding to know the same.

Some consider this to be very petty and childish, Ford and Mammoliti chasing him out of chambers. However, it always boils down to the question: "who started it?" Clearly frustrated, Barber reacted the only way a socialist acts, by being unnecessarily insulting, while thinking that they're god's gift to intelligence.

Barber may be well respected in his circle of friends but he's nothing special in the circle of life. For him to attack Ford on his physical attributes is simply stupid. But what's more retarded? The comments associated with the video on YouTube.

"Rob Ford is a pathetic person. Just yesterday, he was arrested by police for a domestic violence complaint.He goes from one disaster to another and it's getting tiresome listening to him shoot his mouth off with stupidities.How he gets elected in ward 2 totally makes me wonder."

It makes me wonder why we don't have a law banshing communists from thinking. "he was arrested by police for a domestic violence complaint", says david423. Well. If that's not presuming someone guilty before they even have a chance to be heard - and what's more, Children's Aid left the custody of Ford's children with Ford himself, and the protocol of the Toronto Police Force is to arrest someone if there's ever a domestic violence complaint (and it's usually the men who get arrested, because in cities like Toronto which have become infested with feminists, men are the reason for every god-damned problem, strife or trouble in the world... and will always strike first...). But it doesn't matter because Rob Ford beat his wife. So would the morons like david423 want to presume.

What I'll never understand though is why the very socialist media in Toronto feel it necessary to stoke the fires and piss off those who don't agree with their positions. I'm disappointed that we don't have a real free press. I'd love to see people really beating up politicians who deserve to be beaten up. Ford is protecting the public purse and doing everything we expect a politician to do, which is to respond to constituents timely, represent their best interests and act on those interests.

Does Ford say things that are silly or embarrassing? Sure he does. It's a far cry from the sheer ineptness of David Miller, who himself doesn't say anything silly or embarrassing but just down-right insulting and patronizing. People who want to think that Ford's recent comments about Orientals were racist (when in fact he was just trying to pay a compliment to an entire community) should be very quick to remember Miller's campaign of 2003, when he released a series of bus shelter advertisements that essentially suggested that only tall white men with blonde hair should be elected mayor. Too bad for Barbara Hall (she was an idiot and was never going to win anyway).

What I did like, despite the antics and the shouting and Barber running away from two very pissed off councillors (who very clearly were gunning for equal airtime, but made their point nonetheless), was that in the end, there's a sense of partnership among councillors who may even have hated each other earlier on, but are at least united on a common ground: their hatred of the leftist media.

Here's the video, feast for yourselves!

Because I'm having so much fun at Spitzer's expense...

In my favourite newspaper today, they were talking about poor Kristen aka Ashley Youmans aka Ashley Alexandra Dupre, the whorebag that apparently is worth $4300 for the privilage of boning her ugly ass.

Then the whorebag that blew the male slut we know of as Hugh Grant (who for some reason is STILL ALLOWED to make movies, reproduce, breathe fresh air, et cetera, so on, so forth) opened her mouth (pretty wide...hmmm) and spoke some real nonsensical bullshit. Here's what the Post wrote:

In reality, the best outcome might be something like what happened to Divine Brown (not the Canadian soul singer), the prostitute caught servicing Hugh Grant in the pre-Internet boom days of 1995. She recently spoke to the U.K.'s Daily Mail telling them she's made her million, raised her kids and basically feels the best thing that ever happened to her was getting busted servicing the actor on the side of the road.

The Nation's Lauren Berlant happens to think this is bad news for the nation's real favourite past-time:

“I feel sorry for everyone in Spitzer's nimbus, but I feel really sorry for sex. Once again it has appeared in public, as it usually does, as a bad thing that people do to people. Sometimes, too often, it is. But realism about sexuality, about what it could be, deserves better. It deserves comedy too--not romance, and not, so inevitably, more stories about tragedy and scandal.”

So there you have it, folks. Sex is not about romance, it's about jokes, and absolutely does not deserve any respect.

People like this really, REALLY make me want to vomit on their face. Lets seriously examine her comments:

"I feel sorry for everyone in Spitzer's numbus"
I feel sorry for Spitzer's wife and kids.

"I feel really sorry for sex"
So do I.

"Once again it appeared in public, as it usually does, as a bad thing that people do to people"
Thats because the importance and respect of sex is diminished thanks to whorebags like you. Whorebag!

"But realism about sexuality, about what it could be, deserves better."
Spoken like a true hypocrit.

"It deserves comedy too--not romance, and not, so inevitably, more stories about tragedy and scandal."
Now I know why my girlfriend laughs in bed every time we have sex. It's all a big joke! Foolish me.

Is it obvious I have no tolerance for cheaters? Because if it isn't, let me make it clear:

I HAVE NO TOLERANCE FOR CHEATERS!

It's hard to explain why I'm so upset about this. If I could write an article about everyone I know (and don't really know) about their cheatin' ways, I would. I would make it my full time job to call them out, berate and publically stone them to submission (or death, which is always preferred for cowardly scum of the earth like cheaters) and not cut them any slack whatsoever. Cheating, in any sense, is unacceptable. It's less about who Spitzer is, and more about the fact that he's destroying his family, his wife is completely hurt (and this is a very interesting point to make...in fact, so interesting that I'm going out of paranthesis now...) - Silda Spitzer very clearly was tired, weakened and not impressed in both the press conference in which Eliot Spitzer announced he was going to think about what he called a "private matter" and then in the conference where he (thank the heavens) resigned.

Ms. Spitzer is not like Hillary Clinton, who completely forgave her husband the second he was found to be basting his cigars in the crotch of another woman, purely for the political advantage AND for wanting to keep all the perks of being the first lady. She's whoring out that advantage to now become a potential candidate for the presidency of the U.S. of A.

Silda Spitzer on the other hand feels and responds the way any other woman (or man) would after finding out their partner has deceived them in the worst and most cowardly of ways. She's detached, feeling alone, hurt, cold and miserable. And it shows. She's standing with her husband for reasons only god can speculate, and yet she's not trying to turn that frown upside down.

Could she too be upset at the loss of a life of privilage? Sure. But Eliot Sptizer decided to resign. He could have done a John Tory and decided, "66.9 percent is good enough for me" (or something like that) and damned the press and stuck around. Mind you, John Tory is not an idiot and wouldn't cheat on his wife (why he'd do that would be beyond me, Barbara Hackett is one of the most attractive women in Toronto). Because Eliot Spitzer (who I'll just simply refer to as The Asshole for the sake of simplicity) - aka The Asshole - decided to resign AFTER his first press conference, it's clear that at the first press conference, Silda Spitzer was none too impressed at that time either. She may have had no idea what his intentions would be. But she's clearly hurt - as would any normal non-robot-like-Hillary-like person would be.

I knew someone who cheated on his girlfriend, three months before their wedding date. He was a very good friend of mine, and when I found out what happened and that their relationship had ended for almost half a year, I sided with the woman. Later on, we ended up dating, much to the chagrin of my former friend (who I decided I no longer wanted as a friend, because if he was willing to deceive her, he was willing to deceive anyone else). The woman and I split apart after a short while, but I never forgave him for his (very, very callous) actions.

Another friend of mine, his girlfriend (who he planned to marry too) cheated on him with some other guy, and got pregnant as a result. His girlfriend and I had been friends for some time. When I learned about this, I sided with my friend who was torn apart. They've since got back together and got married, and though we don't talk at all anymore, I never forgave her for ripping his soul into a million pieces.

I'll never understand why people cannot simply find comfort in one person. If you feel the need to cheat, you probably shouldn't be married or dating anyone seriously. (And people that enter these "swinging" relationships, or "open" relationships, make absolutely no sense to me... but at the very least, they are consenting adults. Their practices make me vile, but at least they're comfortable with it through and through.)

In the end, I seriously hope Silda Spitzer stands up for herself AND her children and dumps the asshole.

And to Hugh Grant's whore... shut the hell up and crawl back into the alley that you came from.

Believe it or not, this upsets me more than ALL of the left-wingers on Toronto City Council ever could. That's how enraged I am by actions like this. (And if you're wondering, "why spend the effort writing about something like this", it's because the magnitude of this has shone a spotlight on the behaviour of people in committed relationships that screw it up for bedding some random whore quick. I've never thought that was fair, I've never condoned it, and I find these people to be repulsive. Where's God and his bag of lightening bolts when you need him?)