Noble Comrades, today while infiltrating a KKKapitalist enterprise known as "having a job" (which is to say I was pretending to sell the local newspaper) a delightfully progressive woman on a bicycle, complete with small trailer approached me and asked me to watch her bike while she went inside for a few minutes.

Still in the guise of an evil salesperson, I politely said that I couldn't promise that I would be able to fully watch her glorious eco friendly mode of transport. This was not acceptable to the woman, and she proceeded to loudly berate me for not paying full attention to HER needs and desires. (Apparently she did not have a lock for this bike.) She then rode out of the parking lot attempting to instill guilt in me by saying her children wouldn't get the yogurt they needed because *I* wouldn't watch her bike.

Five minutes later she comes back, and her needs, and her desires are so important she then interrupts a phone call I was on. Ending the call I was able to hear her denounce me yet again for not watching her bike, and learned now because of my selfishness and unwillingness to help her, her children *still* would not get their yogurt, and now she was going to be late for class too, because she still needed to get the yogurt somehow for The Children(TM). As she rattled off her many denouncements (including accusing me of not spending my time in an appropriate fashion; an irony I'm sure she missed) she then loudly shrieked "WHAT GOOD ARE YOU? I NEED TO SPEND 5 MINUTES IN THE STORE, AND YOU WON'T WATCH MY BIKE? WHAT ARE YOU ON THIS EARTH FOR THEN?" As she rode of yet again yelling, and calling me names suitable only for the BushHitler, I pondered her last question. "What am I on this earth for? What good am I?" And shouldn't I feel guilty for causing her to be late for class and her children to not get their yogurt?

I'm too tired to have anything clever to say tonight, but that was a GREAT story! Thanks! I got a good laugh over it and will fall asleep with a smile on my face!

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Comrade Casserole, yeah I was LMAO for about an hour after that happened. Seriously, the nerve of that prog was just incredible. All the classic elements of the stereotypical progressive too... unwilling to take responsibility for an action, expecting other people to be responsible for her, the attempt at manipulation through guilt, the child like rage when she didn't get what she wanted, even using The Children(TM) as a way of trying to score points. It was hilarious.

Comrade Colonel,
Rule # 1, It's always Bush's fault.
Rule # 2, Never accept responsibility for anything.
Rule # 3, Never, ever consider or even contemplate guilt.

You should have confiscated her bicycle and noted her name and address for re-location to the nearest labor camp.

I wish I had been there. Such fun. Creatures such as her are few and far between down here.

A little something to cheer you up Colonel:

Colonel 7.62 wrote:Noble Comrades, today while infiltrating a KKKapitalist enterprise known as "having a job" (which is to say I was pretending to sell the local newspaper) a delightfully progressive woman on a bicycle, complete with small trailer approached me and asked me to watch her bike while she went inside for a few minutes.

Still in the guise of an evil salesperson, I politely said that I couldn't promise that I would be able to fully watch her glorious eco friendly mode of transport. This was not acceptable to the woman, and she proceeded to loudly berate me for not paying full attention to HER needs and desires.

Comrade Colonel..... Why, this one is so easy I am embarrassed to even answer this for you. Don't you see yet? Subconsciously you must have known this given the last statement above. Colonel, this wimmin was so hot for you she was so nervous that she couldn't think of another way to catch your manly attention. You will discover one day that the very wimmin that seem to be most disinterested in you, are actually the wimmin that are so hot and bothered by your presence that they can hardly stand it. For instance, let's say you go into a People's Bar, and there is a wimmin that is standing there, not even allowing you to make eye contact, tapping her feet, and repeatedly looking at her watch as if she was waiting for someone. Why, that is the very wimmin who is too nervous to actually show her passionate desire for you that she dare not even look your way for fear she will throw herself on the floor in desire for you! The repeated looking at a watch or clock is even more obvious a sign!

I hope this helps Comrade Colonel, next time you find yourself in such a situation. No need to thank me. It's a gift I have.

Comrade Marshal, how could I have been so blind? One of the greatest progressive catches in all of Olympia Collective, and I let her slip through my fingers? Oh well, if she wants me that bad, she'll find me again!

{Off} Grigori, sadly since I was working, I was unable to have much fun, and might have even lost some business while she was shrieking. OTOH I was laughing an awful lot last night, so I got something out of it.

Comrade, you should have just said "Michelle, you have the Secret Service to do that stuff for you now!"

Colonel, Colonel, Colonel. Haven't you ever seen the movie True Lies? Where the guy goes into a Chinese restaurant and leaves his briefcase with Jamie Lee Curtis, and later she cracks it open to find a gun and money and a map of Kuwait, etc?

You, sir, are being flirted with. This woman (not Jamie, but the prog on the bike) is offering you excitement and thrills, because she senses your own life is so dull and meaningless. Which it is.

Your once in a lifetime call to adventure was in the little trailer attached to her bike. While she was in the store getting her yogurt, you were supposed to go poking in the little trailer, where you would've found some interesting stuff--who knows what kind of stuff? But who knows where it might have led you?

Just think! At this very moment, you could be sitting with her on the hide-a-bed sofa in her trailer, clinking plastic cups full of wine cooler as you toast your new secret alliance with her.

But alas, you're doomed to spend another night in your mother's basement surfing Sears bras and girdles online.

Comrade Colonel!

I was just testing our new glorious "guilt deflecting shield" and it was a complete success.
You were The Party's™ Test Subject.

What she actually said was "I want some of your throat yogurt and please spank me like children."

At that point you were supposed to expropriate the bike for The Party's™ Needs, not hers, although hers surpasses yours.

No Guilt = No Thoughtcrime.

Of course you should be pleased that you were chosen since you're a member of The Inner Circle™.

I'll have you know Pinkie, I have my pick, my very CHOICE of women! (They walk around the Hilltop Neighborhood of Tacoma late at night, and even flag me down to offer their various services to me!)

Comrade Hero Space Dog, had you seen this prog, you would realize she would be getting NONE of my throat yogurt. She made Peloski look hot.

Are you telling me that the prog women of Washington State expect men to be chivalrous? Ha Ha. Whatever happened to "I can get the door myself, thank you."

Comrade Hero Space Dog, had you seen this prog, you would realize she would be getting NONE of my throat yogurt. She made Peloski look hot.

I was wondering who/what on PLANET EARTH could make Pelosi look hot, when I received an email forward with the "People of Walmart #4" photos in it...These lovely ladies may be candidates for entitlements programs and probably are hoping that Obamacare to give them new bodies and a closet full of clothes that fit...after, of course, they get their new car, new house, new widescreen TV, new bicycle, and new puppy! It does feel a tidge wrong making fun of poor people, but soon we will all be poor and then we can all laugh at ourselves all the time!

(I tried uploading a few photos, but they were evidently too big. Still learning...)

70K and 570px wide is The People's Size, Comrade Most Equal Casserole. If you don't have an image editing program, type "resize images" into Google and a number of websites with free online tools will come up.

Thank you for being such a People's Person. If all else fails, follow Party Protocol(TM):

Comrade Hero Space Dog, had you seen this prog, you would realize she would be getting NONE of my throat yogurt. She made Peloski look hot.

But Comrade Colonel.....It would have been For The Children™ you wouldn't have produced in such a Party™ approved activity. (example: Bill Clinton)

The People's Math™:

More Children = More Mouths to Feed
More Mouths to Feed = More Poverty

Therefore you had your chance to be For The Children™ by alleviating poverty and feeding a needy mouth.
Next time, make it a three bagger and fanticize about Bruno.

Still, I think it's wonderful you suffered "No Guilt".

Guilt is for "RethugliKKKans".

Thank you, Red Rooster! If I am successful, you will be getting some sizzling images on your screen! By sizzling, I mean that your eyeballs will start burning when your pour bleach in them to purge the awfulness from your sight.

(I can't take credit for that...it was on the email...)

Thank you Comrade Space Dog for your kind words. Not only did I feel no Guilt(TM) but I also felt derision, disgust and more at this woman. Something only a Made Progressive(TM) could feel at another prog.

Comrade Casserole Czar wrote

I was wondering who/what on PLANET EARTH could make Pelosi look hot, when I received an email forward with the "People of Walmart #4" photos in it...These lovely ladies may be candidates for entitlements programs and probably are hoping that Obamacare to give them new bodies and a closet full of clothes that fit...after, of course, they get their new car, new house, new widescreen TV, new bicycle, and new puppy! It does feel a tidge wrong making fun of poor people, but soon we will all be poor and then we can all laugh at ourselves all the time!

People of Walmart is a jaw-dropper. Caution, there is a permanent spew alert.
You mention the lovely ladies, but there are quite a few lovely males as well.

Laika the Space Dog wrote: What she actually said was "I want some of your throat yogurt and please spank me like children."

Forgive me comrade, but many female progs have said this very thing to me. being a good member of the party, i comply with their requests. is this not normal behaviour?

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Oh lord. If that was me, and I didn't have to be around that area, I would have packed up and gotten out of there so fast she'd have to actually attempt to search for me.

I've dealt with people like that, and each one makes me even more resentful of humanity as a mass.

I have to stop here, reading this has stirred ugly memories in me, and I need to suppress them.

Commissar Elliot, I am truly sorry for your grief as you suppress your painful memories. Watching an old episode of CHIPS, Baywatch, or the A-Team may significantly lighten your load...soon all the yogurt-sucking, man-hating, bicycle-babysitting, whiny, entitled, bratty children in women's bodies will seem like a distant dream. Manly men and womanly women will cleanse your mind and keep you from drowning yourself in low-fat vanilla yogurt or strangling yourself with a bicycle inner tube.

Last night I heard Wafa Sultan speak. Wafa's new book is out now: "A God Who Hates." She is a beautiful and courageous woman who would make you proud of the human race. Fix your mind on wimin of this caliber. The creature that Colonel was viciously attacked by was a pitiful object at the mercy of ACORN and other squirrel-handout venues. May the best wimin win.

Comrades!

Enough of this, such issues of Che Spotting have been resolved by The Wombat Factory long ago: http://www.thepeoplescube.com/red/viewt ... 5215#65215

https://thepeoplescube.com/red/viewtopic.php?p=65215#65215<br>And if any womyn need a quick re-education tour through The Wombat Factory, the Woomba Loomba's will be happy to show them the way. Comrade Rosie The Red (Lenin rest her soul) had to find out the hard way: http://thepeoplescube.com/red/viewtopic.php?t=3810

Casserole Czar wrote: Commissar Elliot, I am truly sorry for your grief as you suppress your painful memories. Watching an old episode of CHIPS, Baywatch, or the A-Team may significantly lighten your load...soon all the yogurt-sucking, man-hating, bicycle-babysitting, whiny, entitled, bratty children in women's bodies will seem like a distant dream. Manly men and womanly women will cleanse your mind and keep you from drowning yourself in low-fat vanilla yogurt or strangling yourself with a bicycle inner tube.

Last night I heard Wafa Sultan speak. Wafa's new book is out now: "A God Who Hates." She is a beautiful and courageous woman who would make you proud of the human race. Fix your mind on wimin of this caliber. The creature that Colonel was viciously attacked by was a pitiful object at the mercy of ACORN and other squirrel-handout venues. May the best wimin win.

I'm a little young (I'm 20) for CHIPS, Baywatch and the A-Team (though I do know full darn well what you are talking about, not only in your advice, but the shows you are talking about.) What I think might work too is watch something that totally destroys all thought processes in my mind:staring into a colorful ball, look at the world from a tall place, or watch C-SPAN on mute, and the TV off.

(Sigh)
With all the news I've heard today, I think I might just want to do some of that.

I am 33, and I'll just come right out and say it...MacGuyver was my hero and Remington Steele stole my heart.
Speaking of bad news on a daily basis...do the commies ever sleep? (oh, that's right, demons don't need sleep) Day and night they find more destructive, idiotic stuff to do. I wish they were a little less industrious and instead followed their own advice to the masses by waiting for "somebody else to do it for them."


Red Rooster: These feminyst products really do the trick! At the slightest sense of white male irritation, I reach into my bathroom cupboard and "Refresh" myself. (Think you could come up with a product label for that one?) Thanks to your ads, (not that I approve of advertising in general since it feeds the capitalism machine) no longer am I a woman in bondage to being a woman. Also, I put some of these products in a frilly decorated basket and brought them along to a "People's Pajama Party." After painting our nails with hammar and sickle emblems, braiding each other's hair, telling stories about our favorite Party leaders, we discussed our men and menstrual problems. I showed them my contraband and all the girls went wild over them!

Thanks for spreading the word about the glorious prog femynine products of The Party(TM) Comrade Casserole, we are beginning to see that you are a true Made Progressive or at least an avid useful idiot ...er, party loyalist, sorry comrade, I mean that in the most endearing socialist manner.

"Refresh" vaginal cream? Is this the kaptalist produkt comrade?

Our proles at HysterSister helped a Woomba Loomba track this down.
<br>If this is the proper produkt comrade, we can begin stocking this as soon as we get funds from the new Healthscam ..er, Healthcare Reform(TM) bill. Please send your check or money order or preferably straight cash in unmarked bills right away and we will deliver it in 2013.


Hail Obama!

Praise The Peoples(TM) DeathPanels... er, HealthReform(TM)!

Power to The Proper People!

"Refresh" vaginal cream? Is this the kaptalist produkt comrade?

The very one! Thanks so much. I look forward to ordering your new product!
2013? No problem. I'm happy to take the discomfort for three more years. It's the least I can do for Progress.

Commissarka Pinkie wrote:....You, sir, are being flirted with. This woman (not Jamie, but the prog on the bike) is offering you excitement and thrills, because she senses your own life is so dull and meaningless. Which it is.....

But alas, you're doomed to spend another night in your mother's basement surfing Sears bras and girdles online.

Yes Commissarka, he missed a most obvious call, one we can only hope he will recognize from now on. Fortunately for him, he is not doomed to a life in his mother's basement. I am certain that there are entire babbles of wimmin out there that are so hot for him, yet too nervous to simply tell him, that they pretend to not notice him, even to the point they seem to try and avoid all contact with him, they are so nervous in their lust for him. But not that he knows this, I am sure our comrade will respond appropriately.