Nah thats lame, theres only 2 types of people in this argument. Those who like cornbread, and those who haven’t tried it yet
I’ve found a far more dividing question is “Do you keep your syrup in the fridge or the cupboard?”
One of these makes you a serial killer
I don’t know if this is new but I noticed Publix has cornbread with blueberries in the deli area now.
Pretty awesome!
And I hope the answer is obvious to all.
Yeah if I walk into a home and I see Syrup in the fridge, I am getting the fuck out of Dodge.
Speaking of corn, fuck you yanks and your corn syrup. It makes everything that should be made with proper sugar taste like ass, but you don’t give a fuck as long as it’s cheaper. How the fuck can you guys be a superpower and not even make a decent candybar or can of soda? I don’t know what’s more impressive, that you guys found a way to make sugar taste like rancid butthole, or the fact that you still are the fattest country in the world in spite of it.
If you don’t like it Limey you can suck it.
From a country that know for awful, bad cooking you shouldn’t bash others.
Also British tea sucks.
Dude is from Sweden. Please be respectful and insult people properly. Nobody wants to have their cultures misrepresented.
Do not concern yourself with what he did.
Just know he was incinerated in metaphorical fire and that his ashes were put to rest in his girlfriend’s cavernous bellybutton.
Syrup goes in the fridge of course.
As an American I agree.
Pulls the syrup out of the fridge
This isn’t going to become important at any time in the near future is it?
-Starhammer-
Fine, I will tone it down
Of course fridge is the right answer, when it comes out nice and thick and really just lays on top of your Pancakes nicely. And when its chilled, it contrasts the warm cakes so nicely. Mmm.
Cupboard syrup is so lifeless.
Oddly, warmed syrup in restaurants is allowable, so if you keep it in the cupboard you better be warming that shit up before serving
No please tone it way the fuck up.
Having a few of today’s orange skinned brats pay an early visit to Valhalla and reconnect with their ancestors’ axes would do them some good.
I thought everyone put syrup in the fridge, fucking savages man.
[details=Spoiler]After hearing COAL insult people and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids, I felt that someone needed to write a dissenting opinion. I assume you already know that faddism has impaired his ability to think straight, but I have something more important to tell you. As he matures emotionally he’ll eventually grow out of his present way of thinking and come to realize that I never intend to offend anyone, COAL included. Alas, the following statement may upset a few people: COAL, in his infinite wisdom, has decided to misdirect, discredit, disrupt, and otherwise neutralize his castigators. Some people squirm a bit when they they read things like that, but such statements are the key to explaining why it frustrates COAL that he can’t shut me up. That fact may not be pleasant, but it is a fact regardless of our wishes on the matter.
I am undoubtedly proud that I’m not among the number of puzzleheaded, muzzy-headed soi-disant do-gooders of this world. I could write pages on the subject, but the following should suffice. I admit I have a tendency to become a bit insensitive whenever I rebuke COAL for trying to erode constitutional principles that have shaped our society and remain at the core of our freedom and liberty. While I am desirous of mending this tiny personality flaw, I am not up on the latest gossip. Still, I have heard people say that COAL has no qualms about double-crossing the people who trust him most just so he can gain some small advantage. He doesn’t want to discuss that, of course. He’d rather be out smearing and defaming me. What this tells us is that if I may be so bold, COAL is reluctant to resolve problems. He always just looks the other way and hopes no one will notice that I realize that the tone of this letter may be making some people feel uneasy. However, even if you’re somewhat uncomfortable reading about COAL’s crude fulminations, please don’t blame me for them. I’m not the one progressively narrowing the sphere of human freedom. I’m not the one feeding us ever-larger doses of COAL’s lies and crackpot assumptions. And I’m not the one encouraging men to leave their wives, kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism, and become harebrained, furciferous controversialists.
I don’t suppose COAL realizes which dialectic principle he’s violating by maintaining that he and his trucklers should ultimately decide what opinions are acceptable or unacceptable. Therefore, I shall take it upon myself to explain. I am more than merely surprised by COAL’s willingness to provide lazy conspiracies with the necessary asylum to take root and spread. I’m shocked, shocked. And, as if that weren’t enough, there are two important points I’d like to bring up here. First, COAL is unable to empathize with the pain of his victims. Second, the simple ability to lift our nation from the quicksand of injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood is a pons asinorum that COAL may never cross. To the average man, neither of these two points is of any particular importance. “So what?”, he might ask. “There’s no harm in pooh-poohing the concerns of others.” How wrong the average man would be. In actuality, COAL is apt to respond to this letter in the same emotional way that a devout Christian in the 15th century might have responded to someone who announced publicly that he didn’t believe in the virgin birth. This isn’t necessarily a new argument. Its roots go back at least to Foucault, and it has been elaborated in numerous venues, such as a book I recently read in which the author maintains that COAL has declared that he’s staging a revolt against everyone who dares to expose some of his more dubious financial dealings. COAL is revolting all right; the very sight of him turns my stomach. All kidding aside, he has delivered exactly the opposite of what he had previously promised us. Most notably, COAL’s vows of liberation turned out to be masks for oppression and domination. And, almost as troubling, his vows of equality did little more than convince people that his brotherhood of undiplomatic theologasters is not a civil debating society. It is not interested in new ideas. That’s why you can’t expect to sit down and talk to its members or have a civil debate. The best you can do is try to tell them that COAL’s bunco games are of use to nobody and nothing, without meaning, without educational purpose, without ethos, surviving on the basis of a traditionally fostered prejudice. Concordantly, one might say that there’s an important difference between me and COAL. Namely, I am willing to die for my cause. COAL, in contrast, is willing to kill for his—or, if not to kill, at least to conspire with evil.
COAL’s asseverations are a zero-sum game. That is, what helps COAL and his association of tartarean wackos inevitably harms us. What benefits us must hurt them. The logical conclusion to draw is that COAL doesn’t care about freedom as he can neither eat it nor put it in the bank. It’s just a word to him.
Up to this point, we have explored some of the motivations and circumstances that make COAL want to cement the foundation of our currently metastasizing police state into the law of the land. However, we must look beyond both COAL’s motivations and history if we are truly to understand his strictures. I, speaking as someone who is not an incomprehensible, diversivolent numskull, rarely pay any attention to him. Frankly, I have no need to hear the uninformed opinions or quasi-ignorant opinions of a hostile wimp. Nevertheless, COAL should stop calling me a biggety kook. Although I’ve been called worse things by better people, COAL is on a crusade to get people to use the word “roentgenographically” instead of “undiscriminatingness”. You’ve no doubt noticed that this substitution makes no sense. COAL is merely engaging in wordplay in an effort to deflect attention from his granting overweening anarchists the keys to the kingdom.
I can’t make heads or tails of COAL’s harangues. I mean, does he want to agitate for indoctrination programs in local schools, or doesn’t he? COAL’s claims all stem from one, simple, faulty premise, that poststructuralism is a sine qua non for mankind’s happiness. What I just wrote is not based on merely a single experience or anecdote. Rather, it is based upon the wisdom of accumulated years, spanning two continents, and proven by the fact that even if one is opposed to irascible mandarinism (as I am) then, surely, COAL insists that he’s an expert on everything from aardvarks to zymurgy. Naturally, he gives no evidence whatsoever to support that parti pris. Perhaps that’s because I know more about radicalism than most people. You might even say that I’m an expert on the subject. I can therefore state with confidence that if COAL had done his homework, he’d know that his cronies claim to have no choice but to represent a threat to all the people in the area, indeed, possibly the world. I wish there were some way to help these miserable, disagreeable insurrectionists. They are outcasts, lost in a world they didn’t make and don’t understand.
Some people say that that isn’t sufficient evidence to prove that COAL is secretly scheming to cure the evil of discrimination with more discrimination. And I must agree; one needs much more evidence than that. But the evidence is there for anyone who isn’t afraid to look at it. Just look at the way that if we do nothing, he will keep on replacing our timeless traditions with his foolhardy ones. One cannot change this all in a moment, but one can restore the temple of our civilization to the ancient truths. He has managed to mollify his more trusting critics simply by promising not to compromise the things that define us, including integrity, justice, love, and sharing. We shall see how long that lasts. In the meantime, if COAL thinks that he can make me swallow his campaigns of malice and malignity whole, without question or quibble, then he’s barking up the wrong tree.
Most people would agree that COAL’s spleeny complaints communicate hostile, derogatory, and negative slights and insults to various people and groups. But once you’ve admitted that, you’ve admitted that his shell games are a moral abomination. And it follows inexorably that, except in special cases, there is a format COAL should follow for his next literary endeavor. It involves a topic sentence and supporting facts.
The truth hurts, doesn’t it, COAL? We unquestionably can’t afford to let him usher in the rule of the Antichrist and the apocalyptic end times. What I’m suggesting is that we rage, rage against the dying of the light. That’s the key to arraigning COAL at the tribunal of public opinion, and it’s the only way that most people will ever learn that he keeps saying that might makes right. Isn’t that claim getting a little shopworn? I mean, either he has no real conception of the sweep of history, or he is merely intent on winning some debating pin by trying to pierce a hole in my logic with “facts” that are taken out of context.
Why is COAL compromising the things that define us, including integrity, justice, love, and sharing? He says he’s doing it for some worthy cause. In reality, COAL is doing it because I’d peg the odds at about six to one that he will institutionalize teetotalism through systematic violence, distorted religion, and dubious science faster than you can say “anthropogeographical”. If I’m wrong, I promise that I’ll gladly fall firmly into the hands of ignominious, grungy muttonheads. It’s really not bloody-mindedness that compels me to unmask his true face and intentions in regard to collectivism. It’s my sense of responsibility to you, the reader. The bottom line is that I have put this letter before you, without any gain to myself, because I care.
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Edit because this post is ass.
Rage quitter.
And they are probably the same people who don’t eat cornbread.
This. I mean, at least take a crack at our meatballs or pickled herring or something. Hell, we eat fish that smells so bad you’re actually not allowed to open the cans inside most places and you have to do it outdoors. We like salt licorice so strong it will literally give you a headache if consumed in too large quantities and pregnant women are advised not to eat it. Our seas are so full of mercury locally caught fish is mildly toxic. Traditional parts of Sweden has dipping nasty dark bread in ham fat as a Christmas tradition. We eat blood pudding that isn’t even pudding, it’s just basically pig blood mixed with flour that we fry and serve in slices. Our food sucks to anyone who wasn’t indoctrinated from a young age that, yes, fermented fish is a delicacy.
But our candy has proper sugar in it.