Should Drone strikes be uses on packs of teenagers?

[The_Golden_Turd]

Like… it was quiet, then suddenly I’m surrounded by a bunch of teens. I’m just sitting, drinking tea and reading, now I’m surrounded by stinky cheap perfume, hair spray, and faint smell of cigarettes and weed, and a condom balloon just landed on my book a moment ago.

I believe I’m well within my rights to start removing heads. I’m really nervous and stressed out, because I lost a hot dog in this very spot last year. I can’t accept a repeat of that trajedy, I simply won’t.

If we had drones flying in the air, we can curb this phenomena, keeping them away from populated areas, where they may come into contact with others. Especially on Friday and Saturday nights.

If I buy a taser baton, I can legally beat them, right? They don’t get full rights of personhood till 18. If you can abort a child, why can’t you beat them with taser batons in their teens?

That hair color doesn’t even exist in nature. Looks like your mom fucked someone from Uranus to make you, damn bitch. Go away.

[Mr_Reasonable]

Throw their smartphones in the toilet.

[Meno2 (Meno_)]

Maybe, you should remove yourself some other , more pleasing surroundings.

[The_Golden_Turd]

Its my pleasing surroundings, whenever I find pleasing surroundings, nobody bothers with it, then they turn it into a public walking trail, or party center, or build a machine gun nest on it.

You know what… I’m tired of it. I’m really tired of it. Fat women 300+ pounds waddling with cans of diet coke… they’ve been fat since the 80s, drinking that shit clearly isn’t working. My damn fucking trail. My trail.

No fucking damn place… no fucking damn place…

[The_Golden_Turd]

I’m at this small Chinese restaurant, only four tables, but can’t stay forever because… only four tables.

I was stuck here for a good three hours as a teenager under the previous owners, they had a pregnant daughter working alone during the winter, and thuis very scary, pulse driven homelessman was pecking around the Dollar General (lowest of the low in American mainstream markets) across the street.

He eventually came in, tried to order, but don’t think he could read. He kept pointing at pictures, wanting to know what it was, how much. He took forever, just standing there, kept growling and pasting, sneering at her, and me (less at me). He say down, with some fucked up fried rice looking stuff (I only eat white rice), and kept looking at Ger, glancing sideways at me.

Truth be told, I was getting ready to leave prior to him showing up, but was stuck there once he showed up. He eventually left, after a very, very long threatening time of doing nothing. Didn’t eat his food, brought it with him. I waited till almost closing just in case he showed up again.

They sold the business fast after that. I’m fairly certain the new owners would just start screaming and stab him in the eye, or police would show up right after they run out the back door.

I was asked once what I was reading, had the hardest time explaining Being and Becoming… my impression looked like a goldfish.

Same in San Francisco… homeless people would barge into restaurants harassing food from Asian customers. Id be in my security uniform feet away, lunching, still try.

They also had a Carl’s Jr (Hardees) on Market Street, at the UN Plaza, gotta be the most dangerous restaurant in America… another one exists a few blocks down, no problems. People getting arrested constantly. You can sit all damn day, but some prostitute will flash her vagina, looks like Cheerios coming out of it, or someone will try to rob the place, or attack customers for their food. Guys just released from prison, prior to getting food stamps (takes a few days in San Francisco rob the hell out of handicapped customers in the restaurant, people on special assistance and can only afford to work there.

Ironically, it us the best Damn place for a philosopher to go to eat. No packs of teenagers… why? Cause they would be raped to death. You just sit there, and read, and when someone approaches you, hold your pen like a shank, and don’t make eye contact. They will pound at a table nearby, just keep reading, don’t let the Erik types rattle you. They won’t get my French Fries without a costly fight. All the employees have to wear shirts saying security.

m.yelp.com/biz/carls-jr-san-francisco-2

I’m not making it up, just look at the comments. Its right next to the San Francisco Public Library, two blocks from where the SF Philosophy Group used to meet (they got kicked out one meeting after I left, I always kept the cafe owners happy), right across from a military surplus store… will someone kill me while I eat my cheeseburger, reading this book today? Great place, easily competes with any Paris Cafe.

Now… Hawaii… it’s just elderly Asian women with bad haircuts staring at you angrily. I honestly don’t know what the hell is up with that. I did nothing to you you old angry bitch, your a immigrant as much as I am. Just eat your Damn KFC in peace.

[The_Golden_Turd]

This is a recent review of that Carl’s Jr

Five stars!! Not because it’s a great restaurant, but because it’s the scariest place I’ve ever been to! Scarier than International Boulevard on a Friday night. Is this a social experiment? Is it a homeless shelter disguised as a Carls Jr? Is the bathroom so dirty and so bad that they won’t let me in to use it and suggest that a public restroom is cleaner?

Props to the security guard who let me use the employee bathroom. Much appreciated. This is an experience like I never really had it in a fast food restaurant. Well, I’ve been to afterbar rush at restaurants in the rural Midwest, where there is a good chance a fight could break out or some kind of drunken drama. But you know what to expect so it’s not that scary. I don’t know -perhaps I’m being a bit elitist for not empathizing with what a homeless shelter might be like. But to be fair this isn’t the StarvingtTiny Tim variety of homeless, this is cell block H hooked on cat piss homeless.

If a Carl’s junior executive walked through this place, or the health department, or anybody with clout for that matter, it would be quarantined and obliterated off the face of the earth. Seriously, Carl’s Jr corporate, you gotta check this out, this is not good for brand equity. My guess is that the franchisee had good intentions but then became one of them and is now sleeping on a street corner in the Tenderloin.

another…

I’m not sure why I had any expectations for a Carl’s Jr in the Civic Center area. Let’s ignore the fact that there were probably - actually, almost CERTAINLY - numerous drug deals going on there in the middle of the day. This inclination afforded me ample time to enjoy the hustle-and-bustle of the restaurant - I ordered my lunch to-go and spent only seven minutes in a place where even Walter White would’ve overdosed.

In the comfort of my workplace two blocks away, I wrestled with the fish sandwich meal I ordered. Actually, it was less of a fish sandwich and more like a soggy fish-flavored patty smacked grotesquely against two non-matching pieces of almost-bread. The whole thing was dripping with what was purported to be tarter sauce, but tasted and looked more like shaving cream mixed with expired mayonnaise.

I tried pulling it apart. I ditched the bottom bun and set it aside. A pigeon came to my table, looking for a bite. He looked at the piece of soaked cardboard that Carl’s Jr calls a bun, then promptly flew away. Congratulations, Civic Center Carl’s Jr. You’ve somehow managed to repulse San Francisco’s pigeons with your food. Now I have seen it all.

I tossed the rest of the meal and turned to the drink. When I first laid eyes on that paper cup, I thought it was bigger than any medium drink cup I had ever seen. In fact, that was probably accurate. I had never seen a medium cup as large as this one. I felt it had a chance to salvage the worst $12 I’ve ever spent on a meal.

Unfortunately, the drinks are filled by the people behind the counter. They did a terrible job. My Blue Powerade looked like a bucket of ice with some blue food coloring dripped on top. This legendary cup died in vain.

Don’t go here. Don’t let your friends go here. That is all.

This establishment is not just a bad overpriced hamburger in a nasty setting with awful customer service and physical danger to the customers, but more or less a reminder of everything that is wrong with modern society.

Where other burger joints are trying to attract customers, this one, by virtue of its location amidst a lot of drug addicts and helpless tourists, has increased the price of a basic factory farm fast food burger, poorly and suspiciously prepared, from $6.00 or so a year ago, to about $8.50 for even the most basic of burgers. There are dozens of establishments, even in an expensive city like SF, that would gladly present you a bigger, tastier, more healthy, more local burger for that price. A block up the hill there are there are some diners that, however sketchy, will make you by hand a bigger, tastier, more memorable burger at much lower cost. There are many sit-down restaurants that serve burgers for that price or somewhat more, some of the best things you ever tasted. Since when was crappy fast food supposed to be so expensive? I truly think they are selling crack to tweakers here.

Other than that – no bathrooms, weird line, not much selection, staff that doesn’t seem to care, dangerous surroundings. Really, there is almost no reason for any human to get their food here. Another block or two away there is a 24-hour drugstore that has sandwiches that, if not heated, are at least sealed in plastic wrap to assure you that you will not get some disease.

yep… another…

Probably the saddest fast food place on earth. Came in here late at night to pick up some food with my buddy.

1. Got yelled at by some homeless/drug-addict person for not accepting the chair he got for us to sit down on???
2. Some lady kept begging my friend and I to buy her food.
3. EMT came and carted someone out.
4. Some guy asked if I wanted to buy some raw steaks off him.

I’ve seen so many arrested, half named, police pushing to the ground. Sometimes they just collapse for no reason, or a fight to the death breaks out. Fairly common sight. And it’s true, the birds in San Francisco will eat anything, but that food. Its not the brand, just that particular one… they don’t register the French fries as food, because it’s made from twigs and cigarette butts, and not potatoes.

If you want to see a Nietzschean Dysutopia of “Innocents” trying to fuck one another over, come study here. Let Zoots argue there is no such thing as Ethics and eat here for a month straight, watching… then go to a cheaper, more professional restaurant where death and thievery and drug use isn’t the top priority, you’ll see a major difference… it’s called mother fucking Ethics.

Honestly, they should put a bust of Nietzsche up in that hell hole. But it was my favorite restaurant in the whole world, cause I could sit and be left the fuck alone.

[ILuvSocrates]

@Turd Ferguson

Go away.

Thank you for the laughs.

[A_Shieldmaiden]

The Gatwick

theage.com.au/victoria/docum … irny2.html

Has been a refuge for the downtrodden, owned and run by two sisters. St Kilda was a suburb for the degerates, close to the beach a place to sit and beg. Longtime residents have gradually moved out, or died and to buy a place here, you will have to be very well heeled, median house price now is around $1.200.000.

I worked with the Buddhists in a soup kitchen they ran, once a week, at Christmas time a couple of us would take food to the Gatwick, knocking on some of the doors of the residents to give them a meal, would be nothing short of “what next”, as to who would answer their doors. As you can see from the vid, it is exactly how it WAS, I say ‘was’, as the two sisters have just sold it, for an undisclosed sum. The mind boggles.

Sorry to see Gatwick go.

[Mr_Reasonable]

Cheerios lol