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I hate a stupid click bait web site. These sites with preconceived notions of what you're supposed to do when you go there.
These little pop up apps which are supposedly guiding you through a visit as though you're there to compare their wares like some trained monkey before you plop down your plastic and let them fleece you.
Chalk it up to the millennials. They are the ones some of these site are expecting to see. Engaging a customer with half a brain doesn't even cross their creativityless dullard minds.
Like Amazon. Remove your payment card and they rig your accounts so they may never be used again. Like the payment card industry standards don't matter when they conflict with their uppity retail retard policies.
... And the UTTER stupidity of those liar representatives they employ is becoming legendary.
So I'm satisfied to do my shopping in more brick and mortar establishments. These web experiences grow more and more banal and obtuse with the absolutely required tedium and underhandedness as every day passes.
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I must note here that the 'PC Police' at work got me and had me remove choice statements from the text lest I incur trouble.
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Some men see things as they are, and ask why. I dream of things that never were, and ask why not.
Robert Kennedy
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Two Again
I would do anything just to be two years old again,
Imagine what we could’ve done,
Imagine what we could’ve been,
Making paper planes ’til the sun goes down,
I’d be holding your hand as you’re squeezing onto mine,
Hold on tight we shall never let go,
Remember building castles out of old lego,
Just to knock ’em down,
See it’s changed, now you’re not around,
I’m not the same but I hope you’re proud,
I wish your little face was still around,
With that cheesy smile, and them little chubby cheeks,
Imagine all the mischief we’d get up to,
Imagine us, tag team, one plus two,
Imagine all the good, bad, sad, and happy times,
Imagine all the time out, naughty step crimes,
Stay up late, watch TV we couldn’t watch,
We’d go to school, break the rules, play hopscotch,
And climb trees, chase bees, just to act tough,
And fight, fight, fight, fight over brother stuff,
And sneak out late, play football, ’til the sun goes,
My thunder buddy, I will keep you safe as you dose,
Off to sleep, bed bugs, and counting sheep,
Off to sleep, night, night, baby brother sleep,
Until we meet again, Stay safe, my friend,
And I will keep you in my thoughts ’till the very end,
My little teletubby, in the sky, with his smile,
My little thunder buddy, I will see you in a while,
I’m missing you,
Like the sun on a rainy day,
When the stars come out to play, Oh, Oh,
I miss you,
And I’m missing you,
And I want to be with you, my friend,
I just wish we could be two again.
Lyrics by Christian Burrows
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