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nolanfan34
10-21-2004, 05:12 PM
http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/playoffs2004/news/story?id=1906735

What are people in that town going to do if they win the World Series? Can someone explain the sense in rioting to me?

Homer
10-21-2004, 05:14 PM
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Can someone explain the sense in rioting to me?

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I'll never understand how a joyous occasion leads to setting stuff on fire.

Six_of_One
10-21-2004, 05:56 PM
I'm not in favor of anyone getting hurt, but a little destruction of property just shows you care.

And by the way, no, I've never rioted, nor will I ever. I'm just saying the whole idea makes me smile.

benfranklin
10-21-2004, 07:07 PM
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I'm not in favor of anyone getting hurt, but a little destruction of property just shows you care.

And by the way, no, I've never rioted, nor will I ever. I'm just saying the whole idea makes me smile.

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The whole idea of rioting and death over a ball game makes you smile?

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Elsewhere, 29 people were arrested at the University of Massachusetts at Amherst after revelers threw beer cans and flaming toilet paper at police.

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Neil Stevens
10-21-2004, 07:13 PM
Destruction of your own property would show hometown loyalty, I guess.

Destruction of other peoples' property shows that you don't care about anyone.

nolanfan34
10-21-2004, 07:21 PM
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Destruction of other peoples' property shows that you don't care about anyone.

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Exactly. I can't believe someone from LA of all places would smile at the thought of rioting.

John Gaspar
10-21-2004, 09:38 PM
Unfortunately it is more proof that young, stupid and drunk is a deadly combination, no pun intended. It would be fair to remove young from the above as well.

People rioting after championships is assinine. I thought that Boston was above that. When the Celtics were huge in the 80's nothing like this ever happenend. How times have changed in the 20 years from my teens to my 30's.

banditbdl
10-21-2004, 09:44 PM
web page (http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/playoffs2004/news/story?id=1906735)

Rioting and rioters may be stupid, but it seems they don't kill/injure people nearly as often as the police brought in to control the rioters do. Just goes to show you that our priorities are tilted too far towards protecting property and not far enough toward protecting people.

daryn
10-22-2004, 12:22 AM
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Unfortunately it is more proof that young, stupid and drunk is a deadly combination, no pun intended. It would be fair to remove young from the above as well.

People rioting after championships is assinine. I thought that Boston was above that. When the Celtics were huge in the 80's nothing like this ever happenend. How times have changed in the 20 years from my teens to my 30's.

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let's just get this straight. it wasn't a HUGE riot. it was a lot of people in kenmore sq., for sure, but it was only a few assholes here and there that were destructive. most likely drunk college students, who were most likely not even from boston!

Six_of_One
10-22-2004, 12:57 PM
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The whole idea of rioting and death over a ball game makes you smile?


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The idea of rioting over a ball game makes me smile. Death, well, death doesn't make me smile...but neither does it get me all in an uproar. People die every day, lots of them. This was just one more.

Six_of_One
10-22-2004, 12:59 PM
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Destruction of other peoples' property shows that you don't care about anyone.

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Exactly. I can't believe someone from LA of all places would smile at the thought of rioting.

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Perhaps I'm desensitized because we've had so much of it over the years. I don't know. What I do know is, destruction can be fun. How else do you explain Nascar?

ThaSaltCracka
10-22-2004, 01:04 PM
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The whole idea of rioting and death over a ball game makes you smile?


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The idea of rioting over a ball game makes me smile. Death, well, death doesn't make me smile...but neither does it get me all in an uproar. People die every day, lots of them. This was just one more.

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Toro
10-22-2004, 01:15 PM
I felt bad about this when I first heard but it really hit today when I saw the pics that were published in the newspaper of the poor girl laying on the ground. A terrible tragedy for her family and loved ones.

Six_of_One
10-22-2004, 03:59 PM
Am I supposed to get emotionally involved every time a stranger dies? I'm sorry, but I just don't have that in me. I don't think it makes me a terrible person.

Yes, on an individual level, it's a tragedy when someone dies. It's a terrible thing for that person's friends and family. But so many people die every day, every hour, every minute...this woman's death made the news, but that doesn't make it any more significant than the thousands of other deaths that occurred the same day, and it doesn't make me care about her any more than some other random stranger who flew through a windshield in Idaho.

ThaSaltCracka
10-22-2004, 04:01 PM
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Toro
10-22-2004, 04:02 PM
Cold

ThaSaltCracka
10-22-2004, 04:06 PM
I don't think he sees the difference between a fluke car accident and police using "Non-lethal" means to break up a riot which should have never occured.

Six_of_One
10-22-2004, 04:17 PM
I don't mean to come off sounding like a raving lunatic or anything, this is just an issue that's personal for me.

My point is, most people who say they care when a random stranger dies, don't really care. If you care, what are you going to do to help? If the answer is nothing, then you DON'T care. You only tell yourself that you do so you can feel better, because you think you SHOULD care.

I don't pretend. That's all I'm saying.

ThaSaltCracka
10-22-2004, 04:20 PM
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My point is, most people who say they care when a random stranger dies, don't really care.

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I think it is just sad that a joyous celebration got out of hand and somone died in the middle of the ensuing riot. Its like the most extreme high and then the extreme low, all in a matter of minutes, thats whats sad.

Six_of_One
10-22-2004, 04:21 PM
I agree that what the police did was terrible, and whoever is responsible should certainly be punished. My point wasn't really about what caused the death, because I don't think it's right to say that one young woman's death is more of a tragedy than another's, just because of how it occurred. The family of the woman killed in Boston doesn't suffer any more than the family of some other woman who dies in a car accident.

daryn
10-22-2004, 04:22 PM
i hear what he's saying, even though i don't share his outlook.

benfranklin
10-22-2004, 04:23 PM
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My point is, most people who say they care when a random stranger dies, don't really care. If you care, what are you going to do to help? If the answer is nothing, then you DON'T care. You only tell yourself that you do so you can feel better, because you think you SHOULD care.

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No man is an island, entire of itself
every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main
if a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were,
as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were
any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind
and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls
it tolls for thee.


-- John Donne

TheGrifter
10-22-2004, 04:33 PM
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My point is, most people who say they care when a random stranger dies, don't really care. If you care, what are you going to do to help? If the answer is nothing, then you DON'T care. You only tell yourself that you do so you can feel better, because you think you SHOULD care.

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No man is an island, entire of itself
every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main
if a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were,
as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were
any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind
and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls
it tolls for thee.


-- John Donne

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I call bullshit on John Donne.

I completely share 6-1's outlook. People die, it's what we do. Unless I knew the person personally, I just don't give a [censored]. I think, psychologically the emotional feelings that most people get when they hear about someone dying is related primarily to the fact that it forces them to consider their own mortality.

Does a spider care when you squash his brother?

TheGrifter
10-22-2004, 04:33 PM
I was originally going to post that if a few kids have to die for the sox to win a world series, so be it. But that seemed cold, even for me.

benfranklin
10-22-2004, 04:40 PM
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I call bullshit on John Donne.

Does a spider care when you squash his brother?

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No, a spider doesn't care. That's what distinguishes some of us from the lower animals. We feel some sense of regret or outrage, however minor, at senseless death, even of a stranger.

Six_of_One
10-22-2004, 04:49 PM
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No man is an island, entire of itself
every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main
if a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were,
as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were
any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind
and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls
it tolls for thee.


-- John Donne

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Poetic, but I like this one better:

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar.

Shape without form, shade without color,
Paralyzed Force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us - if at all - not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

-- T.S. Eliot

daryn
10-22-2004, 04:55 PM
uh oh, poem wars! it's on!!!

ArchAngel71857
10-22-2004, 05:01 PM
I'll never understand how a joyous occasion leads to setting stuff on fire.


Get really drunk.

-AA

ThaSaltCracka
10-22-2004, 05:01 PM
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uh oh, poem wars! it's on!!!

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whats next, a "sword" fight?

Six_of_One
10-22-2004, 05:05 PM
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uh oh, poem wars! it's on!!!

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That's right. Don't hate, punk, or I'll bust out with some hideously clever version of "Roses are Red." And then you'll be sorry.

Michael Davis
10-22-2004, 05:19 PM
The Lady's Dressing Room (Jonathan Swift)

Apollo Outwitted

The Lady's Dressing Room

Five hours, (and who can do it less in?)
By haughty Celia spent in dressing;
The goddess from her chamber issues,
Arrayed in lace, brocades, and tissues.
Strephon, who found the room was void
And Betty otherwise employed,
Stole in and took a strict survey
Of all the litter as it lay;
Whereof, to make the matter clear,
An inventory follows here.
And first a dirty smock appeared,
Beneath the arm-pits well besmeared.
Strephon, the rogue, displayed it wide
And turned it round on every side.
On such a point few words are best,
And Strephon bids us guess the rest;
And swears how damnably the men lie
In calling Celia sweet and cleanly.
Now listen while he next produces
The various combs for various uses,
Filled up with dirt so closely fixt,
No brush could force a way betwixt.
A paste of composition rare,
Sweat, dandruff, powder, lead and hair;
A forehead cloth with oil upon't
To smooth the wrinkles on her front.
Here alum flower to stop the steams
Exhaled from sour unsavory streams;
There night-gloves made of Tripsy's hide,
Bequeath'd by Tripsy when she died,
With puppy water, beauty's help,
Distilled from Tripsy's darling whelp;
Here gallypots and vials placed,
Some filled with washes, some with paste,
Some with pomatum, paints and slops,
And ointments good for scabby chops.
Hard by a filthy basin stands,
Fouled with the scouring of her hands;
The basin takes whatever comes,
The scrapings of her teeth and gums,
A nasty compound of all hues,
For here she spits, and here she spews.
But oh! it turned poor Strephon's bowels,
When he beheld and smelt the towels,
Begummed, besmattered, and beslimed
With dirt, and sweat, and ear-wax grimed.
No object Strephon's eye escapes:
Here petticoats in frowzy heaps;
Nor be the handkerchiefs forgot
All varnished o'er with snuff and snot.
The stockings, why should I expose,
Stained with the marks of stinking toes;
Or greasy coifs and pinners reeking,
Which Celia slept at least a week in?
A pair of tweezers next he found
To pluck her brows in arches round,
Or hairs that sink the forehead low,
Or on her chin like bristles grow.
The virtues we must not let pass,
Of Celia's magnifying glass.
When frighted Strephon cast his eye on't
It shewed the visage of a giant.
A glass that can to sight disclose
The smallest worm in Celia's nose,
And faithfully direct her nail
To squeeze it out from head to tail;
(For catch it nicely by the head,
It must come out alive or dead.)
Why Strephon will you tell the rest?
And must you needs describe the chest?
That careless wench! no creature warn her
To move it out from yonder corner;
But leave it standing full in sight
For you to exercise your spite.
In vain, the workman shewed his wit
With rings and hinges counterfeit
To make it seem in this disguise
A cabinet to vulgar eyes;
For Strephon ventured to look in,
Resolved to go through thick and thin;
He lifts the lid, there needs no more:
He smelt it all the time before.
As from within Pandora's box,
When Epimetheus oped the locks,
A sudden universal crew
Of humane evils upwards flew,
He still was comforted to find
That Hope at last remained behind;
So Strephon lifting up the lid
To view what in the chest was hid,
The vapours flew from out the vent.
But Strephon cautious never meant
The bottom of the pan to grope
And foul his hands in search of Hope.
O never may such vile machine
Be once in Celia's chamber seen!
O may she better learn to keep
"Those secrets of the hoary deep"!
As mutton cutlets, prime of meat,
Which, though with art you salt and beat
As laws of cookery require
And toast them at the clearest fire,
If from adown the hopeful chops
The fat upon the cinder drops,
To stinking smoke it turns the flame
Poisoning the flesh from whence it came;
And up exhales a greasy stench
For which you curse the careless wench;
So things which must not be exprest,
When plumpt into the reeking chest,
Send up an excremental smell
To taint the parts from whence they fell,
The petticoats and gown perfume,
Which waft a stink round every room.
Thus finishing his grand survey,
Disgusted Strephon stole away
Repeating in his amorous fits,
Oh! Celia, Celia, Celia shits!
But vengeance, Goddess never sleeping,
Soon punished Strephon for his peeping:
His foul Imagination links
Each dame he see with all her stinks;
And, if unsavory odors fly,
Conceives a lady standing by.
All women his description fits,
And both ideas jump like wits
By vicious fancy coupled fast,
And still appearing in contrast.
I pity wretched Strephon blind
To all the charms of female kind.
Should I the Queen of Love refuse
Because she rose from stinking ooze?
To him that looks behind the scene
Satira's but some pocky queen.
When Celia in her glory shows,
If Strephon would but stop his nose
(Who now so impiously blasphemes
Her ointments, daubs, and paints and creams,
Her washes, slops, and every clout
With which he makes so foul a rout),
He soon would learn to think like me
And bless his ravished sight to see
Such order from confusion sprung,
Such gaudy tulips raised from dung.

Homer
10-22-2004, 06:13 PM
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I'll never understand how a joyous occasion leads to setting stuff on fire.


Get really drunk.

-AA

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I have been, thanks. It doesn't make me want to hurt people or break things.