C.I.Paradox
well, as with all good things... CIP did indeed ( and thank God at that) come to an end.
I'm not very happy. I was under the impression that i'll be selling packet drinks. Uh.. you know.. those rectangular-ish paper-tin-ish 250 ml non-carbonated drinks, which happened to be perfect if you happen to have a day as dry and hot as today. But nooo.....
It was a bloody flag day thing. Without the flags. Uh.. stickers. The i've-already-donated-so u-can't-pester-me-anymore-nanny-nanny-poo-poo immunity stickers. So yeah.. it was totally sucky. Flag Days should just disappear and never set foot on Earth again. Stick an A bomb down it's gut and send it to kingdom come.. Or kingdom go.
Here's why:
Flag selling at pedestrian crossings give rise to high rate of jay-walking. While it is okay to give our citizens a little run for their money, but not to the extent that they break the law. Think of it, it doesn't benefit anyone. Just so to avoid giving a few bucks, they run the risk of getting caught in the headlights (or worse, by the cops. Then the 20 dollar fine is wasted on something un-charitable), it's not worth it. It's not worth the trouble getting us poor citizens into potentially disastrous situations....
Hence, it has led to the undeniable conclusion that flag selling should be banned (bounded up, thrown to the sharks, crocs and possibly pirahnas, but they inhabit different niches... darn!) on basis that it's the aetiology of serious unpardonable ( except with a $20 bribe, i mean, uhh.. tax?) traffic crimes. Our safety is at stake!! Sometimes the Prudent mind is clouded by Misery and Apathy, it's Perfectly Normal.
(this view is rray's hysterical raving and should not be, by all accounts, held against his sanity)
TWO!!! (ohhh.. yeah, one more reason)
Have you ever noticed?
Holding on to that acursed tin can automatically brands you as a pariah. Yes, without the slightest effort, you'l become more anti-social then ever before (unless, of course, you were stupid/kind-hearted enough to do this more than once). It doesn't matter if you want to be social. Once in the hands of a hapless mortal, the Acursed Tin Can of Anti-society forms an inpenetrable Iron Curtain around the hopeless fool. A barrier then effectively impedes effective communication of any sort, which explains why passers-by look regards the person with wierd stares, fake smiles or even... pity, whilst The Affected contines (unsuccessfully.. duh!!) to put across some altruistic message about sending people to heaven.
Community Involvement my ass
remember [9:30 PM]
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