Rush Limbaugh and his chauffeur were out driving in the country and accidentally hit and killed a pig that had wandered out on a country road. Limbaugh told the chauffeur to drive up to the farm and apologize to the farmer.  They drove up to the farm, the chauffeur got out and knocked on the front door and was let in. He was in there for what seemed hours. When he came out, Limbaugh asked why his driver had been there so long. "Well, first the farmer shook my hand, then he offered me a beer, then his wife brought me some cookies, and his daughter showered me with kisses!" explained the driver. "What did you tell the farmer?" Limbaugh asked. The chauffeur replied, "I told him that I was Rush Limbaugh's driver and I'd just killed the pig." 

This was forwarded to me in early 1996. Sad that things have only improved marginally in the intervening decade and a half. --------------------------------------   by Kathleen DeBold and George Neighbors, Jr. (contributing writers) - - - - - One of the joys of working for a gay organization is the singular pleasure we get from reading the daily dose of hate mail. We've arranged our favorite snippets in a letter form so we could share with you the best of Beavises and Buttheads of the biblically impaired: "Dear Faggots, Dikes, Soddomites, Lissbians, and Queer Bates: I recently came across your address in a magazine I was reading and a plea for  donations to support your perversions caught my eye. Their is no excuse for you. Your all sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick. Gays are barf-inducing because you know what they do in private. Sex organs are not very sanitarilly clean. Regardless of a man's ability as an artist, dress designer, ...

Well I’m a bonehead.   So I’ve been rebuilding and fleshing out my search engine marketing site, http://snapfire.ca.  Recently I discovered some problems with the underlying database and rather than mess around with it too much I just built a new site and moved the sparse content over manually.  Since this site, http://lazaruk.com, is on the same database I had to do the same thing here. I discovered a number of interesting problems during the rebuild and I’ve been trying to post the technical details on Snapfire’s blog.  The emotional details are for here. What a mess I made. After I discovered that I had sitemap problems I took a look at Google and discovered that over the years I had amassed quite a collection of bad links in Google’s index.  Many of the “pages” that Google thought were on my site were old subdomains, like owa.snapfire.ca, or addresses that should never have had a web server answering them, like mail.snapfire.ca. So to clean all these out ...

Here's a clue you jackass: merge lanes are to be used for matching the speed of traffic and then safely entering the flow of traffic. You, on the other hand, seem to believe that merge lanes are for getting in front of as many people as possible and then entering the flow of traffic regardless of whether or not it is safe to do so. Buddy, you missed my front bumper by 2 or 3 inches. Just because you had your signal on does not give you the right to barge over into my lane. It's hardly my fault that you were running out of lane, that would be your fault. But over you came anyway. Then you sped up and cut in front of someone else when that merge lane ended. 4 kilometres later you were all of four car lengths in front of me stopped at the same red light I was stopped at. Driving like a fucking moron and endangering the lives of all those around you so you could be 40 feet ...

So, at 7:35 this morning I was passed in an active school zone. This is hardly unusual around here as there seems to be a fairly large population of people that don’t give a crap about school or playground zones. But this woman was driving at least 55KM/h when she passed me. Obviously right there: a huge jackass. But she’s not content to just break laws folks … nope, she’s got to be an enormous jerk too! After turning on to Sun Valley Boulevard I watched this bitch accelerate to at least 80KM/h, 20KM over the limit, and then cut back and forth between lanes trying to get in front of as many people as possible. At the last moment she cuts to the right to barge her way into the merge lane on to MacLeod Trail northbound. At that point she was about three car lengths ahead of me. I’d been driving in one lane at the posted speed limit the entire time. All in all I’m sure she’s exactly the kind of person ...