A Romanian teacher is accused of abusing children, gets investigated by the cops but slaps a cop when he confronts her about the allegations

She also slaps the cameraman which isn't shown in this video.

I never hit a woman but my friend thinks differently

"If you want to hit somebody, you need to understand that they are entitled to hit you back. Gender should not have any relevance in this. You cannot freely go around slapping and hitting guys just because you are a woman and they should just let you assault them. Equality means you take the same lumps you give. It does not mean that I advocate going out and smacking a biatch for no reason and calling that protecting their liberation"

Is it ever OK to slap a woman?

/You never slap someone wearing glasses!
// Notice how he didn't have to tell her twice? (j/k, j/k!)

http://www.kiwisbybeat.com/minus37.html

Xanga has changed so much since I last really took an active part in its community. The writing has dropped off and the users I used to follow no longer post. Whatever happened to DickwithEars, Coke77, mythie, chrischoi etc. All of them just dropped off the earth.

It's too bad really because the most interesting blogs were the ones that weren't PC. The type of writing that made you want to be a part of their world and not our own. The community that followed each writer and the close friendships we built off of that. Oh well, enough of my old man rant.

/ Get off my lawn!

I like to define how it is to "live" through my experiences and luckily I
was blessed to have one of these experiences several weeks ago. It was
my last gig which happened to be in Yonge and Dundas Square, Toronto. It
was late in the evening and it was raining. My Darkest Days, the
opening act, had just finished a bone-chilling cover of Duran Duran's
"Come Undone". I knew it would be hard to better that performance but I
knew it wasn't about being better but about making music.

I feel sorry for anyone who hasn't felt an experience like this. The
magical moment of when you stride out onto center stage, and the murmurs
die down and only the light drizzle of rain echo through the crowd. And
it begins. A single spark of explosive energy that sends shivers down
your spine. Sound rips through the air and brings life to the crowd.
Every eye focuses on you as you play and you play and you play. Music
flows from your fingers and reaches the sky as if cracks of thunder were
materializing from the speakers lashing out to the furthest regions of
the square and comes crashing back onto you.

The crowd moves and you move in sync to the music. An invisible bond of
energy that connects you to each and every Tom, Dick, and Harry in the
crowd. The song ends and you stop, but the music still resounds. You
close your eyes and you can feel everyone holding their breath as the
sound fades. A single brief moment of silence that breaks as thunderous
applause roars into the night. And I thought "These are the moments that
define what it is to "live". " as I laid down that plastic keyed
Rockband 2 guitar and strode off stage.