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cob: shoe shopping with size 9.5 EE feet, in a small community, where it doesn't matter HOW much money you're prepared to spend b/c there's nothing to buy anyway.

cob: having to spend $120 CAD (plus taxes) ON SALE for a simple pair of black leather slides.

cob: they were the ONLY respectable pair of shoes in the entire store that fit me (excluding the retirement-home-style lace-ups).

cob: wasn't NAFTA supposed to increase consumer choices for Canadians? Lying sacks of capitalist pig shit.

anti-cob: at least I have one respectable pair of shoes now. I'll have to find something with a closed back before winter, though. Mebbe I'll just get them cowboy boots I've been coveting for 12 years. I could totally get away with it, being from a ranching region.

cob: inheriting the exact size, shape, and structure of foot from my flat-footed, high-instepped father.

anti-cob: my father's flat feet kept him out of the Royal Canadian Army during WWII.

cob: the Royal Canadian Navy took him instead.

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cob: people who suck up the planet's energy resources for themselves, not only for things like SUVs, but twelve thousand dollar propane barbeques and other useless accoutrements of the fabulously bored and affluent (and/or heavily in debt trying to "keep up"). FUCK OFF! You disrespectful little shitheads. WHY do you need a barbeque that has the capacity to drain two full propane tanks in less than three hours? Do you have even the slightest little bit of respect for the rest of us here on this planet, with whom you are expected to SHARE the resources, and, oh, maybe leave some for the next couple of generations? Fuckwits!!

Both of my parents worked for BC Hydro, back when it was BC Electric, even. My brother works there now. From earliest childhood, we were taught to very carefully conserve, conserve, conserve ALL the energy resources available to us. We had little orange owl stickers on all our light switch plates, to remind us to turn out the lights when we left the room. I did my fucking sixth grade science project on renewable energy, for fuck's sake. In 1979! And now I'm a grown up who has to watch my fucking peers driving their SUVs and minivans to the annual grilling of a few steaks on a twelve thousand dollar barbeque. Well fuck the lot of them!!!!!

WHY DON'T YOU LIGHT YOUR FUCKING CIGARETTES OFF IT, TOO! Fucktards!