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What’s in a name? Whatever you want if you are Frank Zappa or this guy

Beezow Doo-Doo Zopittybop-Bop-Bop. Yes, that is the guy’s name.

I want to point something out.

Last week a teenage widow with an infant was told by the dispatcher that he could not tell her to shoot the intruders in her home but she needed to do what she needed to do to protect her child.

And the cops, being adults, said she was within the law. And they were right.

But then there is the judge that allowed “Beezow Doo-Doo Zopittybop-Bop-Bop” to change his name. You could argue that it is a free country and that as an adult he had the right… But most adults find this sort of a name to be indicative of a ridiculous time-wasting attention-getting cry of a man-child with separation-anxiety issues involving his unhealthy fixation on his third-grade teacher.

Calling bullshit on people and refusing to cave to their childish little bullshit excuses for being a wanker ought to be the norm, not the wild exception, even more so for judges.

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I think everywhere you go they ought to just start banning people for using their damn cellphone where it is totally rude, but this is a start… a cellphone stack

It works like this: as you arrive, each person places their phone facedown in the center of the table. As the meal goes on, you’ll hear various texts and emails arriving… and you’ll do absolutely nothing. You’ll face temptation—maybe even a few involuntary reaches toward the middle of the table—but you’ll be bound by the single, all-important rule of the phone stack.
Whoever picks up their phone is footing the bill.

I have several co-workers, boss included, that don’t seem to understand that not only are the rest of us unimpressed by their self-importance-inflating toys, we’re kind of insulted that in spite of us having other things to do than be held captive in a stupid meeting ourselves, we’re sitting there while they conduct their more important business. So we sit and listen for when the next ringtone will disrupt 23 people’s meeting yet again.

To get the same interrupting BS at a restaurant? I do not pay good money for a table, food, and good service so I can be put on edge by someone else’s delusions of multitasking.

I think I like the idea of crushing the offender’s phone in a doorway better.
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