This exist is a 30 kmh exit. Drivers are expected to slow down from highway speed to 30 kmh. Is this really safe? A single driver tapping their brakes too aggressively can cause things like a standing wave of stopped traffic. Who inspected and approved this exit? —sincerely concerned automobile needed knowledge

It's been well over a year since the bright light of my life left. I don't yell, or get angry, I'm not argumentative. The worst I've been lately is avoidant and judgmental, but not actively, and it's not without reason. You're all monsters. You're all fucking disgusting angry people who revel in being cynical fucks to everyone. You avoid any kind of light in another human being and proceed to rip them apart cause it's "funny" or because "I'm just speaking the truth. Some people can't stand a little honesty". No, you're using that as a poor excuse to hate other people. You don't ever truly ask how someone's day is going, to talk to them and have a conversation about them. You say it either as an aside or as a way to start talking about yourself. You use people for sex, and call them annoying for becoming somewhat attached. Not me, I've become asexual as of late, but I've seen you people do this. Maybe for a moment they just wanted to be cared about and become little free. You use them for drugs, for food, shelter, and offer nothing in return, except for your "friendship" which is caustic. You only talk about yourself. I have a friend. He considers me a good friend. He never asks me questions about my life. Some may say "well why don't you just tell him about it". Except when we do, you creatures just pull out your phones and start browsing the internet. You don't truly care about us, you care solely about yourself and you're not even good at hiding it. You are conceited fucks, to the point where you'll subtly put others down for not being as good as you. Part of having a dream is having the illusion, but you must destroy that in others. You justify it because "the real world is tough and unforgiving." No it's not. You're making it that way because you want to see people hurt. You want to others to see you as powerful. But you're not. You're fucking pathetic. You're insignificant, and anything that you could offer our repeated revolutions will forever be hidden behind your need for self satisfaction and emotional violence. No one wants to fucking be with you because you're a monster who doesn't know how to be a good fucking person. Don't you fucking understand this? Don't you fucking get it? The good virtues, and caring about others, you can't see them because YOUR FUCKING VISION DOESN'T STEP AN INCH OUT OF YOUR OWN CAVED IN FUCKING SKULLS. I hate you. I hate what you've done to humanity. You've ruined everything that's good by putting a layer of filth over the human experience. You can try to justify whatever you want. You're a horrible person. You're horrible people. And your first fucking step after reading this will be to decry me so that you don't need to look inside yourself and sift through the black fucking sludge you call a heart. So shut the fuck up, do what you do best and think about yourself, but this time, use that introspection to figure out how to become a better person, instead of using it to jack off your petty soul. Anyone who practices being a humble, good person, looks at their flaws and tries to make themselves better to promote more positive emotions in others and themselves. Good on you, this isn't about you. You gotta cut these horrible people out of your lives. Be alone if you have to. But be receptive to others. Don't let them take your heart from you, and if you have the patience which I clearly don't have, help them find theirs. —Your Prey

To the dumb who left a note on our car written on a napkin. Yes there were two dogs in the car and yes the window was only open a little and the sun was shining. If you had any brains you would realize its the middle of Feb in nova scotia, temperature at the time was hovering around 1 degree. The dogs were not overheating as you suggested and if you knew my dogs you would also know their tongues are always hanging out as is the case with most dogs. We have six animals at home non of them have ever suffered at our hands, we foster animals for the SPCA and never had any negative feedback. If you have nothing better to do than go around leaving useless notes on car windows then I feel sorry for you that you don't have a life. As for my dogs they have a very good life and will continue to do so for many more years. —A real animal lover

In the Maritime Center there is a window display of a magnificent building that was the Capital. I moved to Halifax years after it was gone. This smallish display shows the incredible beauty of lost architecture. I won't go into what replaced it; no need. I would like to suggest that somebody, or a bunch of them; push to have this building brought back. Crowd fund! Big time! —Bring back the Capital Theatre

There are few people I know who often pass gas in group settings. It's downright rude. Every time we hang out I can almost guarantee it'll happen. I know this can be a health issue, but I don't know them well enough to address it. It's not like it happens by accident or they try to hide it. They just go for it anytime and don't care. Go relieve yourselves in another room. —Breathing through my nose

It must be nice to have always fit in, to have always felt loved. I know our parents came from an era when affection was not shown to children. On top of that we were raised French Canadian Catholics where all you heard growing up was that God was an angry God and always at the ready to punish. We were told of mortal sins, hell and doom. We were told to not cry when we hurt and were encouraged to keep everything bottled up inside. But it seems like through all that it is I who got the brunt of all the hurt. I was the one abandoned by my siblings at the age of 3 or 4 to a transient who often stopped by the garage to warm himself in the winter or to take advantage of my father's kindness to strangers. He showed you the older two some money and gave it to you to go to the store and buy candy thus leaving me alone with him while Mom and Dad were gone to church. Why they didn't bring us that day I don't know. Anyhow he took me into my mother's bedroom and started to sexually assault me. That seemed to be the beginning of my woes. Years later when my brother attacked me by jumping on my stomach while I was laying on Mom's bed and knocking the wind out of me, my mother said to her company when she saw me doubled over gasping for breath, " look at that good actress". I thought I was going to die and no one helped me. I was always alone being stuck in the middle with boys all around me. Big sister too old to play with me or not wanting to, younger sister too young and still holding onto Mom's apron strings. At 16 my big sister got me to try weed, I think that was the only good thing she ever done for me without realizing it. She moved out of home to be with a boyfriend and when that didn't work she came home. She did not like the idea of a curfew a job, or Mom's rules.Then when I got a job at 18 my wonderful big sister now wants to hang with me but only because she wanted to use her gullible dumb sister. She convinced me to move out of Mom's and in with her but I was to pay for everything even though it was all in her name so she could get a welfare check. The day she would get her welfare she would never be around and never ever offered me a cent. She would buy soaps and perfumes and could not smell but would ask me how they smelled and that she would throw them out if they stank. She would bring home a different man every night, alter my clothing to fit her and have us move every two months or so. I stopped buying food and ate out or at work. Being a little hungry but saying nothing about it she started frequenting her so called friends houses around lunch and dinner times. Needless to say they got tired of her as well. She finally got the hint and moved away, far far away. Good fucking riddance. Now she's an alcoholic(said so herself and seemed proud of it) and nobody sees it and if I have a couple of drinks and I'm the one with a problem. I'm the alcoholic and the pot head. I'm the shit disturber because now I want to talk about everything and no one wants to listen or cares. My two sisters both verbally abused my mother in my presence but when confronted one said," I have no patience with her", and the other one looked like a deer in the headlights. Whether it happens once or a hundred times it's still elder abuse. She was in her early nineties at the time of the offences. Shame on you two bitches, because that is exactly what you are. Two selfish bitches. Anyway I'm done with keeping everything bottled up inside. My younger brother said exactly what I've experienced my whole life with this family when he said," I don't want to hear it" when trying to explain why I'm angry with my sisters. Story of my fucking life. Anyway I'm glad I got off my chest the things I did get a chance to say and glad it was with both barrels. Little brother tells me I scared you little sister, good! I would have liked to scare you a whole lot more, maybe with a couple of fists but of course I'd get myself another label to add to all the others and probably some jail time. You're just not worth it sister dear. I know I left you with little stresses and I hope they bite you in the ass. —The middle child

People are so vain and self-conscious nowadays, so much to the point that they are separated by invisible walls that keep true-connection from happening. With everybody I see walking by one another with an insecure hardened facial expression, I see the End of Mankind in its embryonic stages. —Already Dead

As I was watching The Girl With The Dragon Tatoo, I asked myself: Why does Sweden look so attractive? And I suddenly realized: all their electric wires are underground. Halifax, on the other hand, still has a long way to go. Above-ground electrical wires really look awful and I don't see any working progress to get rid of the poles and the wires. Though the waterfront and some of downtown has been cleaned up, most of the the downtown still has a forest of crooked wooden poles and a messy tangle of wires obstructing your view whichever way you look. I read somewhere that there is a multi-million dollar project to redo the Cogswell overpasses, which I admit are ugly in extreme. But if we really want Halifax to shine, to move into the 21st century, then put that money into burying the electrical infrastructure. I remember growing up in Hogtown, which is what we called Toronto when the wires were above ground. That was 50 years ago! How is it that Halifax is doing nothing about this? What is the delay? Anyone visiting Halifax is struck by this blemish. You don't see the amazing architectural heritage, everything is obscured, obliterated by this eyesore. When I look out my window, I see black lines carving up my view. Halifax could be the jewel of the north-east instead of being a quaint backwater. Cogswell can wait: a bit of repaving and landscaping will do for now. Bury the wires now! Let's make a silk purse from a sow's ear. —New to Halifax: C & S

No disrespect here fellow Canadians we have enough starving children and homeless people on our streets in our country that's all you hear in the news that's all you see on TV. Holy fuck! Maybe these poor bastards should buy, borrow steal a boat, or build a raft paddle out to sea where the Coast Guard can see them and or wash back ashore. This fucking ridiculous, I am in no way Prejudice, Bias or Racist. The way people open their doors give what they don't have to those who flee their own countries it's disgusting when we walk by or step on our own children going hungry freezing in their on homes and homeless lying on the streets. Let's give more food, clothing and build more shelters for the homeless that we already have. We all look so great and precious in the media running around for the cameras. Take a look around instead of making yourself look good. —Strawdog

I have just entered the bus, paid the fare and asked for a transfer, when I go and sit down and realized that I was getting a dirty stare by this mid-aged white woman. Being the only brown guy on the bus, I realized what the difference between a regular look or stare, and that glaze at you, as if she is not safe or uncomfortable next to you. The look of hate and fear. So evident, from my youth of growing up in the UK, Canada, and seeing dirty looks and slurs of being a brown middle-eastern guy in a white world. I hope you do realize that I am not religious, I am very friendly guy and I like to smile to make people smile. Try it sometime, a smile makes a difference. —A Brown Guy in a White Neighborhood