The Big Cat

I think your point is completely valid. But I'd also add that there are many out there--myself included--who think this whole "war on bullying" is equally paradoxical, and others still--most of whom are probably a part of the 4chan community--who think the whole the idea is totally bunk. So, they're not faced with the philosophical quandary you've presented, but in some twisted way, they may end up having more of an impact on a problem they don't even believe exists in the first place!!

Information: a tool or a weapon. Or both.

That's totally fair. I'm firmly of the belief, though, that there's far more danger in hiding than confronting the danger itself.

A completely fair point. Just because we're designed to beat them, doesn't mean everyone else is.

Those people exist? Good God!

I understand your point, and I agree that posting the parents' coworkers information was EXTREME... BUT, I take major issue with "people commit suicide nowadays from getting harassed on facebook." FALSE. People commit suicide nowadays either because a.) they have pre-existing psychological issues or b.) said psychological issues have manifested themselves from the kind of synthetic self-esteem we've imposed on our youngsters from doling out participation trophies and--yes--banning bullying. There isn't a level-headed adult out there that wouldn't admit to having benefited from getting their ass beaten around a time or two growing up. Or may be you can't personably relate, but I'll bet you've met a person who COULD benefit from getting tossed around and knocked down a peg or two... Wow, tangent. POINT: we can't bubble-wrap ourselves, it leads to bigger problems than the ones we foolish try to preempt. And if you can't deal with being bullied on facebook, then somebody somewhere failed you.

Ouch... Though I did just read a crazy fact: because of the Harry Potter movies and the Dark Knight trilogy, Gary Oldman is the highest grossing actor of all time. How is that possible?

And as mentioned previously, Manning's defense, and not Manning, held the 2007 Pats* (who averaged 36 points PER GAME) to only 14. And as far as "best defenses" go, only those designed to pressure from the line have fared successful, and make no mistake they've BEEN successful at besting Brady.

What goes around comes around. Would no retribution be preferable?

Right. I don't know why this point is lost on all the Brady ball-washers. This isn't billiards, this isn't curling, bowling or golf. In football, there's such thing as an opposition--root word: oppose, as in one's will, as in a counter force, the likes of which have been assembled almost exclusively to squash Brady's effectiveness. So I'm confused as to why everyone keeps assuming he's still the King of the AFC East since he hasn't proven jack against THIS defense, and the one defense that resembles ours has bested him on the world's biggest stage not once but twice.

That was great. LOVE me some Gary Oldman.

And, once again The Internet prevails. Long live The Internet.

Oh, believe me, I contacted our building manager pronto. And we've since been sprayed, etc. City living has its downsides...

Wilson only missed three games last year, but other than that, I fully agree with your premise. And since it's not just any old defense, but one specifically built to zero-in on the one chink in the Pats*' offensive armor, then I'd say you're right on the money.

I should say that the story has an epilogue: A few days later, the Mrs. went into hysterics after visitor number 2 found their way into our bathroom (we suspect they were coming in through the bath tub drain). I corralled the son-of-a-B word into the corner of our bedroom and whacked him with a magazine, picked up the splattered parts and flushed him down the toilet. But that wasn't enough for the Mrs. who was now inflicted with a near-fatal dose of the heeby jeebies. It took about 45 minutes for her to calm down. And at last she was ready to crawl into bed, when ANOTHER scream came from the bedroom. I rushed in, and sure enough, when I thought that the bastard's splattered remains didn't seem to add up, I was right. Evidently, once I smacked him, I popped the little !@#$er's head off and sent it flying across the room next to my lady's side of the bed...where it sat, antennae still flicking around, waiting for her to wind down and go to sleep. Thank god we haven't found another one since...

My buddy's dad turned me on to Michael Bloomfield:

Sometimes I can't tell if your presence here is actually part of an ongoing performance art, but either way, I don't think a more appropriate avatar exists on the board... Yeah, I walked pedaled pranced sashayed right into that one.

I rode my bike to work today. I ride my bike to work everyday, so long as there isn't snow/slush/ice on the road. I totally agree that some cyclists are completely reckless, and to C.Jim's point, so impressed with their tree-hugging self propulsion, that they take their own safety for granted. But, what bothers me about this discussion is that I get lopped in with these a-holes, and that because of the discourteous and dangerous habits of others, motorists show aggression towards ME, aggression that, all jokes aside, can be deadly, folks. I was hit by a car about a month and a half ago on my way to work, and the woman who hit me was totally at fault. Needless to say, I put a pretty healthy dent in the side of her Acura crossover. Nevertheless, that **** was scary. Point is, if you're going to discriminate, at least try and be tactful. Try and separate the good from the bad, and please don't be so flippant about the honest to God safety of others.

Please. I've had far more nuanced conversations about boobies before...

Come ON! Did you see that antenna? I was naked!

Pretty much renders Instagram obsolete. Ammaright?

Yeah yeah. See for yourself: (and yes, it's blurry because I zoomed in on the !@#$er from across the bathroom) My little friend

Actually, I think it's because his birthday is in November. DOOMED

About a week and a half ago I turned around in the shower, only to come eyeball to eyeball with a cockroach about an inch and a half long, perched on my razor that's suction-cupped to the tile. I ran out of the bathroom screaming, naked as can be, with the water still running. If I ever came across a five-foot snake, I'd probably go into cardiac arrest.

That's hilarious, the title of the video makes the five seconds of anticipation positively magical.