Funny you should say that Joel, since you do know that a great deal of the containers head off to the Foreign Trade Zones, of Reno Nevada. 213 miles away. Eureka to Redding is 148 miles away.
That is from the Oakland port of course. We won’t even talk about the changes in Long Beach, but there has been a large shift to dock in Mexico and bring items though your old hometown. IKEA does this quite a bit, even though their main DC is in Wheeler Ridge CA. I’ll let you figure out the mileage on that one. Don’t forget that they use the international commercial crossing, not the TJ one!
Poor Joel, proven once again that you have no idea of what you are talking about. It’s pretty sad that Idaho has a busier seaport than Humboldt County. But when you have no-talents such as yourself rambling on and on, it isn’t a surprise!
Joel criticizes me for sending his missives into the dustbin where they belong. If he wants to play critic, he should possess real and substantial knowledge about whatever it is he’s criticizing. He shouldn’t simply assume that he can convince criminals to fill out an application form before committing a crime. His depraved, treacherous half-measures have caused subhuman disorganized-types to descend upon us like a swarm of locusts, discrediting legitimate voices in the moral relativism debate. Joel’s claim that quislingism is a wonderful thing is not only an attack on the concept of objectivity but an assault on the human mind. Joel has been known to say that the only way to expand one’s mind is with drugs—or maybe even chocolate. That notion is so incompetent, I hardly know where to begin refuting it. I’ve tried explaining to his goons that we have a right, an indisputable, inalienable, indefeasible, divine right to direct your attention in some detail to the vast and irreparable calamity brought upon us by Joel. Unfortunately, it is clear to me in talking to them that they have no comprehension of what I’m saying. I might as well be talking to creatures from Mars. In fact, I’d bet Martians would be more likely to discern that Joel’s gruesome attempt to construct a creative response to my previous letter was absolutely pitiful. Really, Joel, stringing together a bunch of solecistic insults and seemingly random babble is hardly effective. It simply proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that I have reason to believe that he is about to peddle fake fears to the public.
Joel’s occasional demonstrations of benevolence are not genuine. Nor are his promises. In fact, Joel is trying to get us to acquiesce to a Faustian bargain. In the short term this bargain may help us bear witness to the plain, unvarnished truth. Unfortunately, in the long term it will enable Joel to control what we do and how we do it.
It has been a long-standing observation of mine that the pressures and stresses that Joel’s proxies undergo lead them to seek vengeance on those unrepentant souls who persist in challenging Joel’s adages. I know you’re wondering why I just wrote that. I’ll explain shortly, but first, I should state that Joel uses obscure words like “biblicopsychological” and “spinulosodenticulate” to conceal his agenda to support those for whom hatred has become a way of life. I find that having to process phrases with long words like those makes me feel hoodwinked, inferior, definitely frustrated, and angry. That’s why I strive for utmost clarity whenever I explain to others that if Joel’s surrogates had even an ounce of integrity they would maintain the great principles of virtue, truth, right, and honor. Alcoholism can be deadly but Joel’s litanies are much worse. I hope to tap into people’s sense of fair play to excite them about reminding Joel about the concept of truth in advertising.
I have to start by saying “Wow”. This thread is amazing.
Joel, I’m concerned about you and wondering if you’ve heard of Write Club. I know we’re not supposed to talk about it (First rule of Write Club, you do not talk about Write Club) – , but it is troublesome to me that you may have lost control and are talking to your psyche via Mr. Mouse. I believe that you are one and the same and it’s vital that you come to grips with your dual personalities before Mr. Mouse, douchebag that he is, takes over.
Mouse- I never knew a silly cartoonist in a microscopic media market had so much power & influence. Thanks for enlightening me. I’ll make sure to avert my eyes from his regular few column inches every week from now on lest I become hoodwinked into thinking that our port is inferior to the San Francisco Bay. God bless the dredges that make it deep enough for fishing boats!
hugs! – Snickerbug
Thanks, Elvis. It’s more likely that Anon-r-Mouse and Nick Bravo are one-and-the-same. And thanks to Snickerdoodles; he said it much better than I could have.
I read the comments all the time, and I have to say, Anon.R.mous is all over them. Normally the kind of person who would spend that much time formulating meandering, mean-spirited responses, and lashing out like an angry toddler at every turn would just make me think: “What an annoying douche, how could anyone spend this much time being a dick in comment sections?” But honestly, it’s become almost as entertaining as the articles. Keep him going everyone! Troll the troll! I love it. It makes me feel like I must be a pretty decent person since I could never be that mean to people on such a regular basis. Plus I just don’t see the need to be a total asshole while forming a cogent argument. But I guess today I’ll be a bit of a dick to someone by posting this. Cheers Anon, thanks for the self-esteem boost.
Funny you should say that Joel, since you do know that a great deal of the containers head off to the Foreign Trade Zones, of Reno Nevada. 213 miles away. Eureka to Redding is 148 miles away.
So as you where saying?
That is from the Oakland port of course. We won’t even talk about the changes in Long Beach, but there has been a large shift to dock in Mexico and bring items though your old hometown. IKEA does this quite a bit, even though their main DC is in Wheeler Ridge CA. I’ll let you figure out the mileage on that one. Don’t forget that they use the international commercial crossing, not the TJ one!
It’s 221 miles from Otay Mesa to Wheeler Ridge.
Here is a thought project Joel. Figure out where your toilet paper is made and how it gets to you.
It’s cute that you think you have any idea about logistics.
I’m happy to hear that we are so ideally located, Anon-r-Mouse. Perhaps you should alert the cargo transport honchos.
Still no idea where your TP comes from Joel? Maybe you can keep kissing Salzman’s ass and pray that he’ll rep you.
Poor Anon-r-Mouse is lashing out. Look out, he might scratch your ankle.
Poor Joel, proven once again that you have no idea of what you are talking about. It’s pretty sad that Idaho has a busier seaport than Humboldt County. But when you have no-talents such as yourself rambling on and on, it isn’t a surprise!
And what have you proven, pathetic, little mouse? Again, I’m happy to hear that we have such an ideal port.
That I know what I am talking about and that you don’t know which end to hold when you take a piss.
Your breaking up, Mouse. Try all caps.
Joel criticizes me for sending his missives into the dustbin where they belong. If he wants to play critic, he should possess real and substantial knowledge about whatever it is he’s criticizing. He shouldn’t simply assume that he can convince criminals to fill out an application form before committing a crime. His depraved, treacherous half-measures have caused subhuman disorganized-types to descend upon us like a swarm of locusts, discrediting legitimate voices in the moral relativism debate. Joel’s claim that quislingism is a wonderful thing is not only an attack on the concept of objectivity but an assault on the human mind. Joel has been known to say that the only way to expand one’s mind is with drugs—or maybe even chocolate. That notion is so incompetent, I hardly know where to begin refuting it. I’ve tried explaining to his goons that we have a right, an indisputable, inalienable, indefeasible, divine right to direct your attention in some detail to the vast and irreparable calamity brought upon us by Joel. Unfortunately, it is clear to me in talking to them that they have no comprehension of what I’m saying. I might as well be talking to creatures from Mars. In fact, I’d bet Martians would be more likely to discern that Joel’s gruesome attempt to construct a creative response to my previous letter was absolutely pitiful. Really, Joel, stringing together a bunch of solecistic insults and seemingly random babble is hardly effective. It simply proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that I have reason to believe that he is about to peddle fake fears to the public.
Joel’s occasional demonstrations of benevolence are not genuine. Nor are his promises. In fact, Joel is trying to get us to acquiesce to a Faustian bargain. In the short term this bargain may help us bear witness to the plain, unvarnished truth. Unfortunately, in the long term it will enable Joel to control what we do and how we do it.
It has been a long-standing observation of mine that the pressures and stresses that Joel’s proxies undergo lead them to seek vengeance on those unrepentant souls who persist in challenging Joel’s adages. I know you’re wondering why I just wrote that. I’ll explain shortly, but first, I should state that Joel uses obscure words like “biblicopsychological” and “spinulosodenticulate” to conceal his agenda to support those for whom hatred has become a way of life. I find that having to process phrases with long words like those makes me feel hoodwinked, inferior, definitely frustrated, and angry. That’s why I strive for utmost clarity whenever I explain to others that if Joel’s surrogates had even an ounce of integrity they would maintain the great principles of virtue, truth, right, and honor. Alcoholism can be deadly but Joel’s litanies are much worse. I hope to tap into people’s sense of fair play to excite them about reminding Joel about the concept of truth in advertising.
I always get the HEEBEE JEEBIES. It’s kinda FUNNIES that way.
Wow. You guys are idiots.
http://www.pakin.org/complaint/
A randomly-generated comment makes as much sense as Anon-r-Mouse’s arguments, so why not?
What’s really sad Joel, is this isn’t the first time I’ve nailed you with it.
One word: thorazine.
I have to start by saying “Wow”. This thread is amazing.
Joel, I’m concerned about you and wondering if you’ve heard of Write Club. I know we’re not supposed to talk about it (First rule of Write Club, you do not talk about Write Club) – , but it is troublesome to me that you may have lost control and are talking to your psyche via Mr. Mouse. I believe that you are one and the same and it’s vital that you come to grips with your dual personalities before Mr. Mouse, douchebag that he is, takes over.
Mouse- I never knew a silly cartoonist in a microscopic media market had so much power & influence. Thanks for enlightening me. I’ll make sure to avert my eyes from his regular few column inches every week from now on lest I become hoodwinked into thinking that our port is inferior to the San Francisco Bay. God bless the dredges that make it deep enough for fishing boats!
hugs! – Snickerbug
Don’t worry Snicks, as Joel is just testing the waters to see who will give him loot so he can change his tune.
Thanks, Elvis. It’s more likely that Anon-r-Mouse and Nick Bravo are one-and-the-same. And thanks to Snickerdoodles; he said it much better than I could have.
Joel, that’s a big nope. Unless you mean to tell me you think you got outed and spanked how many times by Nick Fucking Bravo? AKA Corky?
I mean, it’s cool that you have your facebook crew all up in this defending your ass, but really. I’m not Corky and you know it.
http://www.facebook.com/anonr.mous
But this is what you really want Joel:
http://encyclopediadramatica.se/Corky
Nick Bravo made it to the big leagues.
So, Anon-r-Mouse has a pet name for Nick Bravo, and has created a web page in his honor. How special.
I read the comments all the time, and I have to say, Anon.R.mous is all over them. Normally the kind of person who would spend that much time formulating meandering, mean-spirited responses, and lashing out like an angry toddler at every turn would just make me think: “What an annoying douche, how could anyone spend this much time being a dick in comment sections?” But honestly, it’s become almost as entertaining as the articles. Keep him going everyone! Troll the troll! I love it. It makes me feel like I must be a pretty decent person since I could never be that mean to people on such a regular basis. Plus I just don’t see the need to be a total asshole while forming a cogent argument. But I guess today I’ll be a bit of a dick to someone by posting this. Cheers Anon, thanks for the self-esteem boost.