See!? the TSA didn't even keep that guy from trying to blow up his underwear! They sure as hell harassed thousands of law-abiding Americans while they were NOT PROTECTING US, though!!

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That "blog" is pathetic. All comments are screened. Anyone who posts something "subversive" is reported to DHS, no doubt. In every comment thread, there's "Anonymous" posters writing tripe like "They are only trying to save you from the ebil terrorists!" and any attempts to convince anyone that routine violations of fundamental human rights and dignity might maybe be a bad thing are met with a dry "We're only doing our jobs (comrade)" and "Don't blame us! We don't make the rules!!" Then, they have the unmitigated gall to ask why people argue with them and give them mean looks and say mean things about them?

Let me tell you why -- We want your life to be just a little bit more miserable. We want you to cry during breaks because a 6-year old girl called you trash. We want you to have to change clothes in your car after work, because showing up in your spiffy uniform at a bar will get your ass beat. You see, us lowly law-abiding citizens might not be able to do anything to those motherfuckers in Washington and the banks who own them, but God damn it, we can punish the subhuman trolls who carry out their dirty work. I don't know the whole story about what went down in New York 50-years ago or whenever the fuck 9/11 happened, but I know about some terrorism going on, right this minute. The group that's claimed responsibility goes by the name of "TSA". This shit is going down BY YOUR HAND, and if there's such a thing as hell, karma or justice in this world, you will be living in interesting times.

At least Osama bin Laden didn't tell me that I should be grateful. Fuck you.

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If you were one of those pathetic cowards who loathed direct competition and demanded that developers turn UO into a graphical chatroom, you killed UO.

If you were one of those faggy guildies who plotted and schemed over IRC/IM to get anyone who wasn't a member of your gay little club banned from the game just because you are a catty bitch, you killed UO.

If you were one of those crybaby simpletons who constantly demanded changes on dev messageboards and then took your ball and left whenever anyone had integrity and ignored your demands, you killed UO.

If you are this guy:

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Actually AI is not an emulation of any pre-existing ruleset, but more an expression of Adam's vision for what UO should have been. And just like when OSI used to change things that people didn't want changed, or didn't change things that people did want changed, or banned people for things that seemed trivial, or didn't ban people for things that seemed serious ... folks quit, and the population dwindled. The difference for OSI is that they were still able to draw in new people to the game and the new expansions were a big part of that. If you have a new game on the shelves, people will buy it. In the case of AI, if you want to know what should have been done differently, you'd have to talk to the backbone guilds that supplied the constant population necessary to support the server. Guilds like PAG, GUL, Orc, Und, KV, EV, and many others that have basically come, morphed, and passed.

..then you killed AI. Also UO. Enjoy getting dicked around by whatever whore is setting up your "we do it our way" shard, and don't forget to donate BIG TIME.

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"..and you didn't listen!!"

That's the crap I've been hearing from all of the Ron Paul fans and every jackass Randroid on the internet. In this article some knob-slobber wrote that him and his chappies "predicted the recession with astonishing precision", and uses some speech that Ron Paul wrote in 2002 as evidence.

Wow, that was so totally DEAD ON. Everyone would have been SO MUCH better off putting all their money in a mattress back in 2002 in anticipation of a recession that struck in 2008. Brilliant!

Honestly, they've been cranking this crap out for years. I remember reading editorials on gold-eagle.com back in the '90s predicting the imminent collapse of the US dollar and telling me to spend all my useless "fiat currency" on survival seeds and gold mining company stocks. Even a broken watch is right twice a day, and I'm supposed to be impressed when these guys were running around crying about certain future doom? Please.

Since predicting that something bad will happen, at some unspecified point in the future, makes you a guru and qualifies you for the presidency, allow me to make the following dire predictions (praise me and nominate me once they come to pass):

** If America doesn't wave their magic nuke wand and make all the nukes go away, someone is gonna nuke something. WHY WON'T YOU LISTEN!? MAKE THEM GO AWAY OR IT'LL BE BIG TROUBLE!!!"

** If we don't stop making CO2 and somehow convince the Chinese to call off their industrial revolution, it might get hotter GODDAMMIT DO SOMETHING YOU FOOLS DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU!@!!

Yep, making specific and bold predictions and then being totally 100% right about everything is SO overrated! That's why I'm now a proud member of the Nostradamus school of punditry and I'm loving it! If you read this far, you're probably going to die someday.

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Damn, I make one frontpage post about MJ and the Google ads go all ethnic on me! Someone call an exorcist cuz my website is haunted!

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Since Michael Jackson's death hundreds of children have gathered at the gates of Neverland. Police have said that they will let them out once they find a locksmith.

In other news, I paid the hosting bill. Sorry if the site was offline for 3 months.

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is when they don't think you're trying to grief them at all, but you manage to piss them off to the max anyways. pure awesomeness.

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This is sad.

Adam did so much right when he was creating AI. He had a vision and didn't let any bitchy players fuck it up, no matter how much they whined and begged. Just stop for a moment, and think about how many multi-million dollar MMORPG operations and mothers-basement-based PRS operators failed to do that. In the end, though, we in the UO community failed him.

Drama and politics have always been a part of the UO culture, but on AI, it always seemed to turn toxic and just run people off the server without even providing a satisfactory resolution for those who "won". First, Adam tried to avoid the trap EA fell into by staying out of the drama and leaving the players alone to settle their own flamewars. We had our flamewars, some lost, some won, and the losers were mostly driven from the game. In response, Adam tried to appoint mediators and moderators. Crazy him, he figured that there might be some members of the UO community who weren't just self-serving pricks. Wrong. The duly appointed mediators and moderators abused their powers and drove even more people from the game. Adam trusted us, as a community, to regulate ourselves, and we couldn't do it.

AI isn't perfect, but it approaches perfect. More than that, in all my years gaming, I've never encountered a game operator (GM, dev or otherwise) with the vision and integrity of Adam Ant. His only flaw, if it is a flaw, is putting too much faith in the goodwill of the community. For now, however, AI is online and we've been told that if player numbers increase, it'll be kept alive. Regardless if you believe that or not, you owe it to yourself and every fond memory you've ever had about UO to reinstall your client and play on Angel Island. AI is the final large scale UO shard based on a pvp-centric ruleset, and when it goes offline, UO will be truly dead.

If we can't step up, now, then we've forever lost the right to complain when other games are lobotomized to make them "more appealing to mainstream gamers", because we'll know that, when push comes to shove, oldscool gamers are all selfish assholes who shit their own nests.

EDIT: I've set up an AI forum here on GNET for youse guise to post your drama or whatever.

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So, my job is going pretty well. I'm driving paint, caulking, contractor's grade masking tape, rollers, khakis and other painter paraphernalia around to contractor companies and private parties. I suppose our corporation is doing well despite the economy due to people trying to appraise their homes, foreclosures and the like. A lot of apartments are going up as well, but that's no surprise since real estate is in the shitter and people just can't afford house payments or other little financial attachments that come with leasing, maintaining or renting a home. There are a lot of products to know even though our store is the smallest in the state, but everyone is pretty laid back and willing to work with me.

I got the last four irritants for my list in case anyone is interested from of my last six list entries. They might be a little lacking because I've been busy, but here they are:

7. The Overly Impatient Customer - I know, I know, everyone gets impatient while in a checkout line or when waiting for a car to be finished with a repair or any thousand different types of waiting. However, and this is somewhat geared towards my experience with customers lately, the fact that people can be so arrogant and uptight because you have an issue with a discount or ringing them up or even scanning an item is so fucking annoying that you just want to grab the blatant disregarding little amoeba by his/her collar and ring them up your way with a "no sale" branded on their non-appreciative asses.

8. The Wrong-Way-Store-Door-Enterer - This particular scab is a little bit unorthodoxed because it's not necessarily anyone that you run into every day; more or less during the holidays or major sales. These grab bags of displeasure see fit to prepare for store entry by strolling up to the wrong automatic door, granted the store has an in/out automatic door entries, and push past you and the dozens of other people eager to escape the hordes of soccer moms and pussy whipped family men. Now, what sense does it make to go against the flow of the consumer current? You're only hurting yourself. Well, not only that, but you're pissing me and many others off by getting in our way for NOTHING. Go in the proper fucking doors. Just because the "out" door opens up first and you're nearer to it than the "in" door doesn't mean that you can stroll on in and mark yourself the designated irrtator of the day. If you come across behavior like this, block the exit and calmly explain to them why their IQ is equivalent to their shoe size then spit in their face...or faces if it's a rude family flock with no fucking sense.

9. The Coffee Enthusiast - I enjoy a good cup of coffee. It perks you up in the morning and with all the different types available now, you can relish in various tastes. I'm sure most of you live near Starbucks or some other variation thereof, but one thing that tends to stand out the most with these places are the douchebags that believe themselves to be so much of a coffee drinker that they place orders in such a condescending language that Juan Valdez would find disgusting. "I'll have a double-tall, salad-tossed, iced over 2% milk Grotto Blend with a side of espresso and a touch of macchiato." As the voices of these nerve-grating egos pierces your brain, the only thought going through your mind is how good it would feel to scald their faces with their pretentiously over-the-top order, pour a cheap bag of quik-stop coffee grounds down their throat and sew their mouths shut so that the last thing they taste before they choke and die is poetic justice.

10. The Roadside-Freeway-Beggar - Being homeless isn't any fun. I helped a friend of mine when he was on the streets and he told me stories of surviving by sneaking in gas station bathrooms just to sleep out of the rain and being mugged for shoes not even worthy of being chewed on by a dog. I sympathize greatly with anyone in those conditions, but I just can't stand one particular group of vagabond vermin anymore and it's these beggars that hold up signs by the road that read "homeless vet," "I am homeless," "Laid off and have family to support" or "Need money for food." Yes, lots of homeless people do that, but these folk, at least in my neck of the woods, stands shamelessly by freeway turn-offs just for added sympathy so the first thing you see after dealing with speeding dickheads, slow geezers or faggots that can't merge are these ragtag dredges of society that might not even be struggling at all! I've heard reports from various people, and people I personally know, that some folks just dress the part of looking pathetic and gain extra income that way. One of my friends told me that this one guy near our store that begs near an off-ramp used to be an accountant, but got tired of working for "the man" and is now bumming off of his friends and begging with his bullshit sign. Isn't that some fucking shit? Lazy work force people trying to ruin it for those who really don't have a fighting chance by essentially stealing money from hard working citizens simply because they hate working anymore. Three words, you sorry excuses for human beings: GO FUCK YOURSELF. We all hate our fucking jobs and the few that do love to work are wealthy enough to never have to work again. So, next time you see one of these upstanding members of the unemployed union standing around asking for a handout, gauge how homeless they really are and if they seem genuine, direct them to the nearest soup kitchen, but if they seem like they're full of shit, direct them to the nearest gangland or escort them back to your garage to offer them free euthanization.

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As shitty as the economy is, I got a new job. I start first thing on Monday and it feels good to start making money just after getting out of college last semester. It's not a job I really wanted, but it's experience and money and I'll be trained by my best friend so, if he says something that pisses me off, I can drop kick him in the happy sack and not get fired.

So, thinking about this has got me thinking about people I can't stand in general and the varieties of rude, self-absorbed, scum sucking, amoeba-brain sized individuals on this Earth that just beg to be drop kicked into the nearest gorge and break every bone on the way down until they release their bowels after suffering excruciating pain from the 500-ft. plummet before they finally expire.

I've only thought of six so far, but I'll post them and continue the list later.

1. The Passively-Rude-Inside-The-Movie-Theatre-Bright-Screen-Cell-Phone-User - So, I see you got a cell phone there. Yeah, I got one, too. Oh, look at that! That's quite a luminous glow! I bet you got a text message or maybe you felt your phone vibrate when you set it on silent as to not disturb anyone else in the theatre with your lame flavor of the week ringtone. You think you're being considerate by making no noise, eh? Newsflash, dipshit; we can all see your FUCKING SCREEN. We want our eyes to focus on the big ass screen with the funny/dramatic/action packed movie, but we're drawn like moths to the flame to your silly little glaring cell phone nuisance. We can't help it; it's just how our ocular vision works. The next time I'm in a theatre eating my popcorn and munching on my box of Whoppers, I'm going to storm over to where the yuppy is sitting and give him/her an instant message of pain.

2. The I-Just-Turned-Twenty-One-Drink-Expert - Most commonly found in large groups of bar douchebags that go out every weekend to mingle with other large groups of bar douchebags, the Twenty One Guy likes to see himself as a self-proclaimed master of the booze because he's of legal drinking age and he's done his homework on every single mixed drink the interweb has to offer! Don't think he's going to be shy, either. Since he fancies himself so skilled in liquor combinations, he'll recommend the same bland, watered down mixed drinks this side of a stripclub because it was survey says "extremely popular." The truth of the matter is he wouldn't know what hard alcohol was if he was beamed in the head with a bottle of moonshine. There are a few ways to shut up Mr. Hair of the Dog, but the best way is to recommend to him a very special drink called the Louisville Slugger, which consists of breaking a Corona bottle over his head and promptly kicking him in the balls.

3. The Loud-Mouthed-Classroom-Minority - It's nice to see so many people taking the same class as me. I can't wait to learn about Arthurian legends! Class seems to have started and the instructor is handing out the syllabus. Hmm, what's the annoying noise? Could it be coming from up front? Oh shit, not one of these chuckleheaded tumors. The instructor doesn't want to hear about your annoying children, your pitiful drug using past, your time in prison with a cellmate named Sharonda, how you found Jesus, what type of car you drive, what kind of house you rent, your menial shit job or ANYTHING. SHUT THE FUCK UP AND ABSORB KNOWLEDGE, YOU FESTERING BOIL OF A DRIED UP HAG! For the sake of sounding racist, sometimes it's a PWT (poor white trash) bitch and they're almost as bad, or even worse, as the black ones and the Mexican ones. It's usually never a guy; it's always women. It's like they morphed into humongous squawking magpies that have lost the ability to close their pie holes and restrain themselves from divulging personal information about their empty, non-influential lives. The next time I have the misfortune of being in the same learning environment as these social parasites, the gloves will come off and the fur will fucking fly when I unleash my arsenal of rabid wolverines onto their flesh and gleefully hop up and down with delight as I rid myself of another mental inhibitor.

4. The Stuck-In-Gridlock-Music-Enthusiast - Yeah, I'm off work and traffic is mighty slow today. Even though I left early, I'm still stuck in half hour/hour delay. Oh, I see someone next to me is trying to cope with the situation by playing a little Notorious B.I.G. Yeah, he's not a bad rapper. Ahh, you turned it on full blast because you think everyone will like it! Your trunk is rattling, you're giving me a migraine and causing me to get a little belligerent, but can't nobody hold you down, yo! These hair-pulling pricks come in all varieties, too. The other day, I was at the car wash and this ignorant Latino, throughout the entire time he vacuumed and washed his car, had Spanish hip-hop on to the point where by the time I left, I had a fucking headache. The son of a bitch was lucky I don't carry a damn crowbar because I would have done a Mexican hat dance on his scuzzy ass. I usually hate to point out that I have much better taste in music and a better sound system than these annoying fleas by turning up my stereo louder so, the only thing that seems logical prior to that would be to fire bomb their rolling heaps of noise polluting shit and pull them out of the smoldering wreckage to bust their kneecaps and cave their skull in with a metal bat from Big 5 Sporting Goods.

5. Indecisive-Four-Way-Stop-Driver - Nice day for a drive. Not a lot of people on the road and everything is peachy. A four way stop, eh? No problem! Someone got here before I did. No problem! I see he/she isn't going. I'll wave them on. They're waving me on. I insist that they go. They insist that I go. I still insist that they go since they have the right of way AND is on my right. They're still not moving. Incredible. Ok, I'll just make my move and- FUCK! They inched forward! NOW they try to go? Even after egging me on to go before them? After all the courteous waving? What a stupid douche. These types of drivers should not be anywhere near a motor vehicle. They can't decide what to do unless they are baby-stepped through everything on the road. They don't know the laws so, they assume and accidents happen. Ever try to make a u-turn when you're already on the road and some hapless numbskull on your left is pulling out of a shopping center or a restaurant parking lot and thinks they have the right of way and almost hits you and then gets mad at YOU for abiding by simple traffic laws? Newsflash! If you fucking hit me, you're fucking WRONG! In any case, fire a gun into the air the next time you're faced with timid drivers and watch fence-sitting dredges make a decision pretty fucking quick.

6. The Traumatized-Into-Religion-Survivor-Or-Ex-Druggy - So, had a rotten run of life, huh? Yeah, sorry to hear that. I wish I could make it all better and help you, but I'm not a figment of your imagination like God. Ok, look, I know you think you had an eye opening experience, but there's no need to bring up your past or situation that molded you into who you are today. Also, there's no need to preach your holy epiphany to every friend and foe you run across in stores and gatherings a couple decibels louder than the average human converses with. Yes, I'm sure God is great. Yes, I'm sure you pray every day now. Of course, the bible says many things. Certainly, Jesus is lord in your mind, that's fantastic. Uh huh. Mm hmm. Yep. Alrighty. SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! I swear, why is it that every single time someone gets into a really bad accident, shoots up too many times and gets revived after an OD or hallucinates during a bad experience suddenly opens up their mind and body to a higher power? It's like an AA meeting without the support group. As if that wasn't bad enough, these sad sacks of protoplasm become shameless advertisements for religion and aren't afraid to get in your face about how it saved their life. Someone needs to wire these naive liabilities of the human race into a Vulcan mind meld machine or just strap them to the hood of a mack truck going ninety off of the Grand Canyon.

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