Following up on the open thread in which we documented numerous acts of unfairness (which included me being unfairly character-assassinated), let’s bark at the moon a bit. It’ll do as much good as complaining about how unfair the world is.
Doesn’t mean you have to like it or take it sitting down. I personally made a decision to change my own circumstances yesterday in my real life because, quite frankly, I realized that I was sick of some shit and that I also didn’t have to put up with it. It’s a good feeling and I look forward to the all-new unfairness I’ll encounter after the big move.
Don’t worry. Won’t affect anything around here. I’ll keep posting as pathetically little as I do now, I imagine. What, you don’t like it? UNFAIR.
Tired of being told to quit your bitchin’? Well I’m here to tell you to start it. Bring on the songs of whinging.
pfluffy: Hey, wasn’t it your turn this week? UNFAIR.
WVR: You never post the titles of the songs you link to. UNFAIR.
One Who Lurked At One Time And Now Isn’t: I don’t know whether to refer to you by the handle you used last week or the one you changed to yesterday. UNFAIR.
Grendel: You….uh…didn’t give me anything to call you out for and thus made me work harder at this joke. UNFAIR.
Santino: You’re from Canada and enjoy a trade surplus on manufacturing with the US. UNFAIR.
Zurvan: You didn’t post anything last week. UNFAIR.
CM: You can’t turn stuff into verbs simply by hyphenating two words: UNFAIR.
President Trump: You never take the trade surplus into account with Canada thanks to tourism and services. UNFAIR.
Oh, yeah. No dedications.
U N F A I R
These are all mine. For I am taking it all back this week.
It Can’t Rain All The Time by Jane Siberry (UNFAIR mood whiplash)