Posted on 02/16/2017 12:28:44 PM PST by simpson96
That is the definition of involuntary manslaughter.
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No, hitting and killing him with a car by accident is involuntary manslaughter.
And I like how your screeching about MURRRRRDERRRRR was accompanied by a swipe at conservatism. It shows exactly where you stand regarding politics. I think they miss you at Democratic Underground.
Where on the autism spectrum are you, by the way?
You didn’t see me write the word “murder” as you screeched in lurid old folks all caps. Go back and look.
Also, check your reading comprehension while you’re at it. Misplacing conservative principle is not discrediting it.
I’d say I’m not quite so far along on the autism spectrum as you. I’m not sitting around flinging spittle at a computer screen as you so obviously are.
This makes me want to go out and hire teens so much more. Good luck with hat.
You and I have the same history, at the same exact ages. When I got out of school on Friday he would pick me up and I was at the restaurant till 10, 10 to 10 on Saturday, and 10 till 8 Sunday. Every weekend. I did not and do not have any ill feelings or regrets about it, either. I learned early the relationship between hard work and money.
Yeah, big time. My dad worked some gnarly hours in that restaurant, like 8 AM to 10 PM, 5 days a week. I was the youngest of 3 kids. When I joined the Navy at 18, working in a restaurant was a better prep than most jobs. Getting up early on weekends, working a lot of days in a row, dealing with staff that is less than nice, learning not to crumble whenever somebody says something to you, all that. In Navy boot camp, I was the chow hall Deck Captain. They were all impressed with how fast I picked things up and could improvise when working the mess hall. No, I just had experience from the restaurant.
Soon after I graduated high school, my dad sold out and got himself a job with Chevron at a natural gas plant. Working a constant 4-days-on/4-days-off was a breeze after the restaurant. Understandably, my dad got tired of having to be everywhere at once and constantly be suspicious of everybody. Working a restaurant is one of the few jobs that a person can walk out with cash in their pocket every night (through fair means and foul) near midnight, which is very conducive to buying drugs. Restaurants employ great people but there’s definitely a very sketchy and transient population that works in restaurants.
I had to do that in my dad's restaurant as a teenage every time I had to clean under the grill and steam tables that were bolted to the floor. If you're such a tender-ass that this sort of task is considered demeaning, you better buckle down on your chemistry and math studies, snowflake.
Gordon Ramsay might be in some trouble, if this precedent holds.
I feel ya. I worked in my dad’s restaurant from age 13-18. He’s a great loving guy but he was hard on me at work, as it should be. The people higher than me on the totem pole, which was EVERYBODY, were instructed that being owner’s son didn’t give me any privileges.
How about my instructor in nuclear power school (a submarine chief petty officer)? If I gave an answer in pounds, he’d come up to my desk with a chalkboard eraser, beat it on the desk and kick up all kinds of chalk dust and yell, “Pounds?! This is pounds!!! You mean pounds-mass!!”
I’m scarred for life!
Candy-ass could’ve walked. When I worked in my father’s restaurant, I had to get on my stomach to clean under the grill and steam table that were bolted to the floor. How did I not blow my brains out?!?!
He was bullied at school, so that’s his fast-food manager’s fault? WHAT?????
I could never work in a professional kitchen. Too tough and you can’t waste anything like you can as a home cook. Plus, too many hard-charging personalities.
You have a good point - if he was cleaning dirty stove bottoms or cleaning up grease under them, he could very well have been forced to lie flat. Now, that I think about it, I’ve done that in my own kitchen!
It’s not that I don’t have sympathy for bullied youth. I do. But suicide is never the answer! We’re raising our children to be snowflakes.
The mention of murder: Grasp of hyperbole (though not much tbh) is not your strong suit.
Pedantry is in your wheelhouse, however, which makes you the child of helicopter parents, like this pitiful case was.
You have participated in this thread. I’ll give you an “Everybody is special and wins!” trophy.
In the meantime, go out and get a job, Mr. Useless Leech on Society. I hope you get nasty insults from your boss so you can do yourself in and help make America Great Again, even it’s only just a little bit.
I’m quite employed, thank you for your concern. Are you? I suspect not. You’ve given every indication of being a crabby old crank who does not have to measure his words any longer, ergo you’re living off of public support of some kind, perhaps Social Security. Go yell at your poor, long-suffering pet if you have one, yell at the clouds if not. But, stop yelling at me.
Have a nice day.
Have a nice day? Not as long as you steal my oxygen.
I’m employed full-time, you poor thing with your little feels. I was getting paid better before 2008, but then Oblammy your hero came along and I had to take whatever came along. But now I’m back in the IT saddle as of 2015.
What if that poor woman (that’s not a serious descriptor, Mr. Autist) who got charged with involuntary manslaughter is acquitted, but she lost her job and killed herself? In your world of feels, her relatives have a right to have HER bosses locked up on manslaughter charges, then THEIR bosses, then THEIRS, all the way to the top.
Because work is slavery, right? Feelings being hurt are the same as vehicular injury or stabbing or shooting, so since an employee is a slave, he/she is absolutely forced to endure whatever his/her master doles out.
Therefore, bosses hurting your feelings is involuntary manslaughter, which makes you absolutely correct (here let me trigger you with caps) IF WE ACCEPT YOUR INSIPID WORLDVIEW OF FEELS = SACRED AND WORK = SLAVERY!
Go “literally shake” somewhere else, little snowflake boy.
Have your gerontologist check your meds, angryoldfatman, because you’re clearly hallucinating. Or, maybe your oxygen is just too low.
So, you’re in IT. That explains the projection about autism, as well as the utter inability to read social cues. I bet you’re a real popular guy, lol. How many Macs have you inadvertently sold into the enterprise just by being such an insufferable jerk? Quite a few, I’d wager.
You’re completely, 180 degrees out of phase here, but hey, don’t let that stop you, you’re on a roll. Spittle on, Kemosabe, spittle on.
After I left the restaurant I joined the Navy, too! Our past histories really are similar. I retired after 20 with a brief separation after 8.
My dad was eventually...terminated due to the private owner turning control over to his children who were stupid. Of course the restaurant went out of business after a couple of years.
We had a pretty solid and stable workforce. Even our waitresses had very little turnover. Pot smokers all, but that was about it. Those were the good old days.
No joke. When I see these TV shows with people talking about how they’ve always dreamed of running a restaurant, I think they’re nuts. God love them and I’m glad they’re out there, I found out early what I don’t want to do in life.
Well, to be honest, most of those on the cooking shows are either line cooks or sous chefs who want to get out from under the boss and pursue their own dreams. So they have a passion for restaurant life. I like to cook and bake and am fascinated how miserable culinary school can be - quite an experience! I’m way to old to open a restaurant.
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