Mr. Rogers' Neighbourhood

Anyone remember that show? The one with the drunk old guy who constantly played with puppets and a happy, quaint, polite, little neighbourhood where puppets and man could live in harmony, all the while you ignore the fact the dude might be a pedophile? Yea this isn't that fucking Mr. Rogers. However, Don Rogers (who will forwardly be known as Mr. Rogers for humour and humilities sake) does live in the Student Ghetto Neighborhood and instead of getting along with the puppets (that'd be us) he's trying to fuck us. No, not in a pedophile sort of way (or maybe he is, who knows? Dirty old pervert), but through the publishing of photos, audio and video recordings of keggers, flip-cup tournies, and other sacred parties that we hold dear.

I'm sure you've heard of this schmuck. If not, look no further and see the horror that is Mr. Rogers here before you continue to read:

http://www.queensjournal.ca/story/2008-09-16/news/students-under-serveillance/

(EDIT: It has come to my attention that either blogspot or queen's journal has prevented this link from working, no matter how often I repost the link and no matter which freakin' way. If you want to read the article, search Google.ca for don rogers' queens journal... It's students under serveillance article)

YOU SEE THAT?! He even looks like a pedophile with that camera. Fuckin' creepy. Anyways, the point is the fuckbag runs SONAG (Save Our Neighbourhood Action Group), a group dedicated to shutting down parties in the ghetto. It's the fucking student ghetto people. STUDENT. If you own a house and you can't handle the shit that has been GOING ON HERE FOR FUCKING DECADES, then move the hell out. Don't bitch at us you piece of shit, bitch at the landlords, or the city for not providing accommodation for students OUTSIDE your piece of shit crumbling "neighbourhood". If you haven't noticed, it's called the fuckin' ghetto for a reason. And it's not because it just looks run down...

It's a grade-A Clusterfuck of students in small inefficient houses. Nevertheless, Mr. Rogers and his posse want to save their neighbourhood. At what cost?

The cost of our privacy. The doucherocket actually goes around capturing photos of kids partying, and the argument that there is no defamatory libel is bullshit. Okay, so he doesn't list kids names when he posts them shitfaced, vomiting, half-naked on the internet. What about invasion of privacy? Are you telling me the next time I'm changing at my window with the light on; if perverted Mr. Rogers gets a halfstock and tries taking photos of me, BUT DOESN'T LIST MY NAME ON THE INTERNET WHERE HE PUBLISHES IT. It's okay? Or if he blurs my face?

What a creepy old hermit. More importantly, his excuse to jerk off to photos of students partying is that he feels that old Queen's alumni must be aware of the events occurring... Yea. That's precisely it. Alumni don't know what flip-cup, kegstands, beer pong, vomiting, keggers, house parties, club parties, beer, purple jesus, and socializing are. Apparently they're as old and senile as him. HALF THE STUDENTS HERE HAVE ALUMNI PARENTS. THEY KNOW EXACTLY WHAT THEY'RE KIDS ARE FUCKING DOING YOU FUCKING TOOL!

I encourage all of you to look out for this senile, alzheimer suffering, perverted, puppet-fucking, Mr. Rogers and, if you see him, castrate him for it. Criticize and persecute his ass. If possible, drop what you are doing and follow him around with a camera and document everything. Yell at him. Let him know not to litter cuz we'll catch him.

And if you see him at your party. Call the police. I'm serious. Say you're having a quiet social gathering (stick everyone in the backyard) and tell him your calling the police. If you have balls, break his camera or take his memory card, so he can't prove you did it. That'd be bomb.

Anyways, the point of this story is: he's creepy, he's old, he's The Fuckin' Mr. Rogers. Old people are scary. Old people taking pictures are scarier. Old people taking pictures of me chugging a drink with some theme-party costume on or video taping me doing so is downright fucking horrifying. What a fuckin' creeper.

What a crackhead. Fuck him.

First Past the Post (Pun Intended)

Well, everyone says start a blog first before talking about radio, so here it is. What the fuck do i write now?

I would love to create a talk show on Queen's U Radio, discussing the general view of life as a Queen's student and miscellaneous. But the blog is where I'll begin my campaign for incessant nagging and obnoxious rambling and ranting against the very society and structure we hold dear to us: Queen's life and all that it engulfs.

Queen's is a joke. Let's not beat around the bush here, this place fucking blows. And if Queen's was to be an actual "Joke", it wouldn't be fuckin' funny... It would be the type your dad tells at the dinner table to his friends with a really dry sense of humour. The school is in the process of reconstructing its campus, which, if all goes well, should no doubt be completed on schedule in the year 2065. That shit storm of a construction site behind Vik hall was supposed to be completed 2 weeks ago, just like University and Union were supposed to be completed in September, but was done RIIIIGHHTT before exams.

The only thing that keeps this place refreshing, appreciated, and enjoyable is the student body. The parties, the organizations (which even I think can be fucking ridiculous at times), and the social gatherings. This place is a fucking write-off for us; most of us dick around all day in class, do some readings, then get hammered in the last three days of the week. It's an ongoing vacation with some work to do.

So I'll get this straight for you... This is my first post and it's not going to be as interesting as when I begin to have better things to post. Aside from the obnoxious egocentric professors who probably need to get laid a little more, the Queen's Journal which attempts to be so fucking melodramatic and over-exaggerates every little detail to make Queen's news seem SO much more interesting than it is, aside from that which is called QCard (the bane of my freakin' existence... What kind of blind retarded Norwegian douchebag invented that shit!?), the lack of alcoholic cheers that the Gaels can no longer chant and the lack of drinking encouraged on frosh week (shout outs to the fucking assmunchers that came up with cheer cheer cheer instead of beer. FAAACCKKK YOOOUUUU) it may not be so bad here. Aside from the poor lack of communication between departments, registrar, and faculties who can't get their heads out of their asses that we pay good money for tuition and more, aside from the StuCon's who just LOVE to take what little fun is left out of EVERYTHING, aside from the terrible shit we woof down our throats in the cafeteria, and later poop it out still exactly as we ate it (perhaps a little discoloured), and aside from the distance of God damn West University, i guess it's not so bad here. Aside from being so severely overbudget and seemingly not giving a shit, I guess the actual structure and stability of Queen's is not so bad.

Oh wait, I guess that leaves next to nothing?

.........At least we can smoke on campus!