Ethics

[Mickey]

If you're not able to successfully skim a few extra chicken breasts from the Whole Foods that's on you.

[epilogue]

But like ... wut

[Ello Sailor]

If you're not able to successfully skim a few extra chicken breasts from the Whole Foods that's on you.

Marxist scum.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[BurtReynolds]

It is a moral duty to steal from the robots.

[BurtReynolds]

The only values: strength and cunning.

[washing machine]

Where do we land on parking in the curbside pickup spot when you're going in to shop? Expected mother spot? Police and veteran spot? Handicap?

[B]

Where do we land on parking in the curbside pickup spot when you're going in to shop? Expected mother spot? Police and veteran spot? Handicap?

You're a dick for all of that.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[B]

Only the handicap spot is real

That's the only one that's legally binding, so it's not even really an ethics issues.

[BurtReynolds]

Where do we land on parking in the curbside pickup spot when you're going in to shop? Expected mother spot? Police and veteran spot? Handicap?

Preggos have to fight for parking like everyone else.

[spike]

Where do we land on parking in the curbside pickup spot when you're going in to shop? Expected mother spot? Police and veteran spot? Handicap?

Preggos have to fight for parking like everyone else.

[BurtReynolds]

@skuntpunch

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[Mickey]

Where do we land on parking in the curbside pickup spot when you're going in to shop? Expected mother spot? Police and veteran spot? Handicap?

Bad, good (stupid!), neutral, bad.

[B]

The prego spot is stupid, but you unconcerned with special spots for veterans?

[Mickey]

The prego spot is stupid, but you unconcerned with special spots for veterans?

Oh I see, there's five questions there:

Curbside pickup--Bad
Pregnant--Obviously bad
Police--Good, this shouldn't exist
Veteran--Neutral, this shouldn't really exist either, any handicapped veteran should get a handicapped spot and everyone else can walk.
Handicap--Bad

[BurtReynolds]

First two are good.

I figured the law enforcement one is for when they call the cops. Can you get a ticket or towed for parking in that one?

[wease]

First two are good.

I figured the law enforcement one is for when they call the cops. Can you get a ticket or towed for parking in that one?

You sure can

[BurtReynolds]

I guess they can tow you for whatever reason they want, but I figure your chances dramatically increase in one of those.