If you don’t feel like reading the entire story linked, here’s a short version:
Special snowflake gets internship at a firm that requires employees to dress professionally.
Special snowflake notices one member of the firm wearing shoes that don’t conform to dress code.
Special snowflake gets bent out of shape, because someone is violating dress code with apparent impunity, and approaches manager to ask if the interns could violate dress code too.
Special snowflake’s request is denied.
Special snowflake can’t take no for an answer, and writes a proposal/petition, signed by other special snowflake interns, telling the management why they should be allowed to violate company policy.
All special snowflakes who signed the petition get tossed out on their entitled asses.
Isn’t it amazing when the special snowflakes get into the real world outside their university safe spaces and discover that the real world doesn’t care about their special snowflakery? Rough lesson, boys and girls, but one you should take to heart.
The advice columnist is correct in her response.
Y’all were pretty out of line. You were interns there — basically guests for the summer. Their rules are their rules. This is like being a houseguest and presenting your host with a signed petition (!) to change their rules about cleaning up after yourself. You just don’t have the standing to do that.
Over the past couple of years, we’ve seen Special Snowflakes demand extra time to do their schoolwork, because it interferes with their activism. We’ve seen them violently demand that their opposition be silenced and even deprived of employment! We’ve seen them demand safe spaces and participation trophies. They want passing grades just for breathing and excused delays in examinations, because they’re just too stressed about the perceived injustices they face in this world to study! And universities, in their blinding ignorance, have genuflected in front of these overindulged piglets and bent over backwards to accommodate them for fear of being branded racist, misogynist, or any other offensive “ist” you can think of!
Well, guess what, snowflakes!
That’s not how the real world works.
No one believes you’re special or important because today you identify as a demigender toaster!
An internship is supposed to provide you with an opportunity to learn and get real world experience! You’re certainly not doing anyone a favor by gracing them with your presence, no matter what mommy and daddy told you when they gave you that pony! The work you do will determine your value to the company that affords you said opportunity. They are your host. They are kind enough to take you on and show you the ropes. They certainly don’t need your privileged, disgruntled whining about being forced to wear leather shoes! You don’t like it? Get the fuck out! Your internship is a gift to no one but you, and if you’re extremely lucky,sometimes you’ll even get paid for the opportunity!
A workplace is not a democracy. A workplace is not a “safe space.” Your manager does not owe you an explanation about why a certain full-time employee may or may not be exempt from a stated workplace policy. And they certainly don’t need a bunch of puerile brats organizing what amounts to a mini protest of policies they don’t like. Your manager is not your friend, parent, or nanny. A workplace is where you learn practical experience in your chosen career, and perhaps, if you really do your job well, you will have an opportunity to join the workforce as a full, productive member!
Oh, and by the way, the person who was “violating” the dress code was a Soldier who had lost her leg! So yes, she was allowed to wear whatever shoes she wanted. What’s really telling is that special snowflake, instead of acknowledging that perhaps interns have no place informing management who, in their view, should be allowed to wear whatever they wanted, claims they would have taken the Soldier’s predicament into consideration when making their recommendations!
Who in the blinding, sniveling fuck should care about what a bunch of sniveling millennials recommend as a dress code at a firm whose leadership quite obviously knows better what kind of image it wants to project? Do special snowflake and her whining cohorts really consider themselves that important?
My friend Amanda has it exactly right in her post about this very same subject this morning. The entire letter shows that special snowflake doesn’t understand what she did wrong. She thinks the interns are somehow higher on the food chain than they actually are, and further believes that the management ought to reconsider their firing!
The selfish, entitled brattery is nauseating! Amanda also notes that special snowflake appears to only be concerned with her own dismissal and not that of her fellow interns, even though she organized this mini-mutiny, and if she had any integrity at all, would hold herself responsible.
She mentions how professionally the proposal was written – just like she was taught at school!
Perhaps her school should have taught her the value of professional conduct, instead of coddling and telling her how special and important she is!
At least she admits she’s clueless and does a fair bit of self-deprecation before launching into her “look how easy it is to buy a gun” schtick. She also gets busted fairly easily, because numbnuts knows next to nothing about firearms, and her feeble attempt at undercover journalism is cringeworthy at best.
Nervous, I walked into Pinto’s and was greeted by a friendly, ginger-bearded employee. With time on my mind, I launched right in.
“I wanted to get something that I could get today,” I whispered to the clerk, feeling unsure and like a complete hack. “Um, what kind of things can I buy today on the spot?”
“We’re talking about a gun?” he asked, straight-faced.
“Yes, yes,” I responded.
Clearly, I am not a seasoned “undercover journalist” and I am not a very good actor either.
The clerk explained that I could buy any long gun, a rifle or a shotgun, right then and there. To take home a handgun I’d need a concealed permit, or I’d have to wait a few days.
“What about the AK-15?” I asked, wanting to see how easily and quickly I could buy one. “Do you guys carry those?”
“Uh, it would be more like the AR-15 or the AK-47,” the clerk corrected me.
But hidden in the article was actually something useful and interesting as it pertains to our national security. We’ve been assured by this administration several times that the background checks and vetting for Middle Eastern refugees wanting to enter this country are stringent. The White House put out this infographic that claims “Refugees are subject to the highest level of security checks of any category of traveler to the United States.”
As you can see, there are biometrics, background checks, checks for known connections to terrorist organizations by NCTC, FBI, DHS, and the State Department! Seems pretty thorough, correct?
But please take a look at what this Rachel Belle, who clumsily attempted to buy a gun before failing miserably and going back to her talking points on how easy it is to purchase a firearm.
Think about it. You don’t need a permit to buy a gun. You don’t need training. You just need an ID, to fill out a form and pass the instant background check, which completely depends on individual states reporting criminal records to the FBI. If they don’t report, the FBI background check is pretty much useless.”
The background check completely depends on individual states reporting criminal records to the FBI. In other words, if there is no information reported to the FBI, the check will come back clean.
The reason I mention this is because this is precisely the problem with the “stringent” vetting of Syrian refugees who desire to come into this country. Are there databases in Syria we can access to check their criminal histories? Are there assets we have who will reliably report on criminal connections? Just like the background check to purchase a firearm, if there are no inputs into the NICS database, the background check will come back clean, if there are no data in the country of origin, the background check is pretty much useless.
So liberal gun grabbers have a big problem with background checks being incomplete, allowing possibly violent criminals to purchase firearms, but they don’t seem to have a problem with incomplete background checks for those claiming to be refugees coming into our country without proper vetting.
Under grilling from GOP Sen. Jeff Sessions, head of the Senate subcommittee on immigration, the Homeland Security official in charge of vetting Syrian and other foreign Muslim refugees confessed that no police or intelligence databases exist to check the backgrounds of incoming refugees against criminal and terrorist records.
“Does Syria have any?” Sessions asked. “The government does not, no sir,” answered Matthew Emrich, associate director for fraud detection and national security at DHS’ U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services.
Sessions further inquired: “You don’t have their criminal records, you don’t have the computer database that you can check?” Confessed Emrich: “In many countries the U.S. accepts refugees from, the country did not have extensive data holdings.”
While a startling admission, it confirms previous reporting. Senior FBI officials recently testified that they have no idea who these people are, and they can’t find out what type of backgrounds they have — criminal, terrorist or otherwise — because there are no vetting opportunities in those war-torn countries.
If this is a problem in the gun context (I would submit it isn’t really, because if denied a background check, criminals will get guns the same way they normally do: friends, family, black market, or theft), then it should definitely be a problem when vetting refugees from hotbeds of terrorism who want to enter this country!
Which one will it be, gun grabbers?
I’ve read the “Outlander” books by Diana Gabaldon, and I love them. It’s not the bodice-ripping that appeals to me, but an interesting look at a World War II veteran’s journey back in time 200 years. The series is excellent as well, and I never miss an episode on Starz.
Except for last night.
Last night, Rob and I decided to go see the new Independence Day movie – the sequel to the 1996 blockbuster that featured Will Smith, Bill Pullman, and Jeff Goldblum, among others. But whereas the original Independence Day was fun and exciting, and didn’t take itself too seriously, and featured plenty of action and pyrotechnics, ID: Resurgence was a slow, stupid, hole-filled disaster filled with bad acting, bad storytelling, bad dialogue, bad social justice messaging, and decent CGI, which was about the only good thing I can say about this movie.
How bad was it?
It was two hours of my life I’ll never get back bad.
It was should have been named “ID: Regurgitation” bad.
Whoever directed and wrote this malodorous pile of rhinoceros droppings should be hanged off a lamp post by their short and curlies! Oh! That would be the person who is responsible for such preachy dreck as Day After Tomorrow and 2012 – Roland Emmerich. Despite having also directed the original Independence Day (which Emmerich never lets us forget by constantly flogging scenes from the original movie, as if it could save this epic fail), this movie has none of the fun of the original.
After the 1996 alien attack, the world is all peace, joy, and love, having used the alien technology as a means to defend the planet and bring together former adversaries, such as the United States and China in defense of the world – a defense run oh-so-peaceably and efficiently by the… United Nations.
Thanks for that nod to the one worlders, assholes. Since when does the UN run anything peacefully and efficiently without mismanagement and corruption? Oh, I forgot, thanks to the alien technology and the common enemy the world faced together, societies of earth are much more enlightened! Not only is the United States so enlightened that it elected the first woman president, who promptly and decisively destroys an unknown alien ship due to her lack of openmindedness and fear – no veiled messaging there or anything – even though said alien ship is supposedly a would-be savior for humanity, but former adversaries now work together for the good of the universe!
President Whitmore, now an aging, hobbling, bearded Bill Pullman, is having visions of benevolent alien ship. He’s decrepit and uses a cane to walk. Except when he realizes that the alien problem is once again threatening the universe. Then he sheds the beard, dons a flight suit, tosses the cane and the limp, and becomes a badass who will deliver a payload of nukes to destroy the alien queen, who by the way isn’t even mildly fazed by the nukes, but the President’s even more badass daughter, who in her early 20s becomes the White House communications director, after leaving her badass piloting gig in the military, is able to somehow destroy the queen’s armor with a fucking handgun! Um. OK. Because all it takes is lady power!
Dr. Brakish Okun, who we thought was killed by the aliens in the original movie, miraculously did not die, but was in a coma for 20 years. Even more miraculously, he wakes up when the new alien threat hits the planet, and starts walking around without experiencing any kind of muscle atrophy whatsoever or modesty at having his ass hanging out the back of the hospital gown! Miraculous! He’s also apparently gay and has an extraordinarily flaming life partner! The two flounce around like a pair of ageing queens. Okun’s peculiar eccentric scientist has now been transformed into a stereotypical, borderline offensive fairy. His sexuality wasn’t important in the first movie, but had to be over-the-top fruity to compensate and act as a catalyst for his rage after his bear was killed by the nasty aliens. “ROWR! I’m angry now! You’ve killed my partner! I’m going to get all rampagey!”
Speaking of rage… good lord the cheesy attempt at acting by Jessie Usher! Imagine, if you will, a main character who reaches out dramatically and in slow motion, while screaming “NOOOOOOOOOOO!” as someone he cares about is slaughtered.
Now, imagine Usher’s character, the heroic pilot son of legendary pilot Steven Hiller, played by Will Smith in the first film, screaming flatly and somewhat embarrassingly, “MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!” as his no-longer-stripper-now-doctor Jasmine Hiller falls from the rescue chopper after heroically saving a woman and her baby. That is supposed to fuel anger and inspire the will to lead in battle. Bill Pullman’s Thomas Whitmore gave the speech of a lifetime in the original movie, inspiring every remaining hero to rise up against the aliens. Hiller Jr. flatly mumbled something about how they’re going to get the aliens. Saint Crispin’s Day speech it wasn’t.
Oh, and by the way, if the world is now such a peaceable place, why in flaming fuck do we have an African warlord still running around?
Judd Hirsch, who was the comic relief and by far the biggest highlight of this floating turd, was forced into a stereotype of a typical Jewish mother, who is constantly in his grownup son’s face, demanding to be part of this life. Even his acting couldn’t save the irritating pigeonhole into which the writers of this travesty stuck him! By the end of the movie, I wanted to bitch slap him and tell him to stay the hell out of the way, even at the risk of the subsequent Jewish guilt with which I would inevitably be showered.
Plot? What plot? It’s the same plot as the original, but filled with crappy acting and a hackneyed script.
Yes, it was that bad.
And I missed Outlander for this uninspiring, dull, pedestrian drivel that I had hoped wouldn’t be the epic fail I suspected it would be!
Next time I’ll stay home.
The op-ed is entitled, “I know Assault Weapons and You Shouldn’t Have One.”
My first reaction is, “Eat a dick. If you claim that, you don’t know what an assault weapon is.”
He claims to be a veteran who experienced “first-hand combat” in Vietnam.”
My first reaction is, “Then, perhaps you should know what an assault weapon actually is, but you don’t.”
I am calling on veterans who have served in active combat – lived and almost died depending on the assault weapon strapped to your body – to speak out. We are the people who have true insight on this issue. Without wealth and connections to keep a deferment, I was drafted and in active combat for a year in Vietnam from Nov. 1967 to Nov. 1968. During the Tet offensive in Jan. ’68, some of the worst fighting in the war, I was frequently in first-hand combat along the Mekong River and through the rice paddies in the delta radioing coordinates for artillery firepower.
Much like the “violence planner,” who took an oath to protect and defend the Constitution of the United States, this cock-gobbler knows exactly dick about the Constitution, but much like the “violence manager,” he uses his alleged combat experience to gain credibility on a subject he obviously knows little to nothing about, despite his spurious claim.
“I was drafted to fight in Vietnam” doesn’t make him an expert. It makes him someone who had to be forced into military duty. Dick.
Assault weapons are just that: for assault. They are not for the general public to play at target practice or use for sport. They are too dangerous. The general public is not trained sufficiently nor mentally strategic enough to understand their raw power. They should be in the hands of only the military and tactical, highly trained law enforcement.
Hey, walking twat! This is Shyanne Roberts. She the daughter of my friend Dan Roberts and a competitive shooter. Last year, this adorable child helped build the custom AR she is shooting in this photo. She was 10 years old at the time. She also knows the difference between a semi-automatic rifle and the fully automatic one you used in Vietnam.
Perhaps it’s time for you and Gersh KUNTZman to compare manginas.
Disagree with me? If you’re a veteran and served in active combat with an assault weapon, I value your opinion – even if it differs from mine. If you’re simply a gun enthusiast who believes it’s your inalienable right to play with assault weapons, I don’t value it because you really don’t understand the consequences – you haven’t witnessed them. If that’s who you are and what you want, join the military and be useful with that.
So the very people of whom the military consists, and whose rights they are sworn to defend don’t count in your book, because you got forced into military service and now consider yourself an “expert?”
This veteran says “Eat a dick.”
I believe in the Second Amendment. I own a gun. I have a concealed carry permit just in case I need it – not to carry routinely. What’s the old saying … if you carry around a hammer, you’re always looking for a nail?
What you do and don’t believe is irrelevant. The Second Amendment exists, regardless of whether you believe it does, and it speaks plain English, regardless of whether or not your stupid ass can understand it.
I also understand the Second Amendment’s purpose when it was written and the state of weaponry when it was created. It’s called perspective – useful when you’re forming opinions and making decisions.
Oh, another one who apparently doesn’t believe that the Internet, computers, and even typewriters are covered by the First Amendment. When you write this ignorant screed with a quill on parchment, given the state of writing technology when the First Amendment was written, I might listen to you (but probably not, because you’re stupid). Until then, eat a dick.
I call out our N.C. senators in Washington who consistently vote against stricter background checks, reinstating the assault weapons ban, and not preventing people on the terrorist watch list from buying guns. I’m amazed that politicians like Thom Tillis accept immense amounts of NRA donations and think we don’t understand that compromises the way he votes. I may not have gotten a college degree because I was fighting a war, but I’m smart enough to figure that out.
So, he has no respect for pretty much any amendment in the Bill of Rights, except, of course, the one that protects his right to be stupid. Due process? Who needs it! Right to keep and bear arms? Fuck it. Right of the people? Don’t care and don’t understand it.
Difference between full auto and semi-automatic rifle? Doesn’t know it, or doesn’t care.
What would you expect for someone who was forced into service and then uses said experience to try and relieve others of their rights?
In other words, John Butler, eat a dick.