- A jerk on the third floor of the apartment building cranks up his stereo at all hours of the day or night. He does not appear to have a job. I thought he was sponging off his girlfriend, but she ran off weeks ago. Probably couldn't stand the noise. The local constabulary are worthless, as are the complex's management.
- The crazy old crone next to the jerk on the third floor also seems to groove on making noise. Vacuuming the floor at night, pounding on the walls and floor at strange hours, pacing like an elephant at the Ant Stomping Festival and more. Weird. My favorite strange thing was hearing her yelling and cursing while I was coming home from work. Then I saw broken glass being flung out her patio door onto the sidewalk below.
- Neil's workplace is a huge modern international corporation based in the United States, employing tens of thousands of people. And yet, their management principles are rooted in the Industrial Revolution; an employee's value is based on production numbers of one sort or another. Sure, it's reasonable to establish guidelines for productivity, but some people are in fear for their jobs because of unreasonable demands — demands that have the expectation of reading corporate nonsense e-mails, perusing training documents, consulting with superiors, having meetings and all the rest of the typical corporate nightmare. I, for one, do not accept that my worth is measured by bean counters. My worth comes from the Lord and doing my best to please him.
Anyone who wants to see my material on those subjects can simply do a search on "atheist" or "atheism" in the upper left search box, and then they can see how I slapped some of the Internet atheists silly, but they still could not understand basic reasoning. I have educated the public about those animals, and I cannot fight with them any longer because they refuse to learn. It's like trying to teach a pig to sing. My time is better spent in other pursuits.
But I won't promise to avoid the occasional cheap shot. Hey, if they can do it...