Here at Wonk we've been a fan of Cheerios-pushing cereal maker General Mills, both because Cheerios are fucking great and because they love the gays. But we are not really into their latest thing, which is basically telling people that if they interact with them
So Snipy, I am very much not a lawyer, but I have occasionally found myself on the outskirts of a puddle of contract law. This particular bouquet of shitblossoms appears to be asserting an implied contractual obligation on the part of the unwitting consumer.
But, at least in California, a valid contract requires a genuine "meeting of the minds". With something like a EULA, it may be that the density of the fine print prevents most people from actually reading the stuff, but at least you know there is a EULA associated with the transaction. And only with that transaction.
There's also the fact that with typical cents-off coupons, the contract on the coupon is actually with the retailer.
You could spend an entire day reading one of those things from Microschlock or Apple. They should bury a "First one to call this number gets $1,000" statement in the middle of all that dreck, and see how many years pass before somebody finds it and cashes in.
So what's to prevent you from slapping a disclaimer on your own Faceplant page, stating that you no not agree to arbitration, and reserve the right to sue the pants off of any corporation that fucks you up?
I think we need a new social media outlet on which we can do the opposite of <i>friend</i> corporations and other forms of people. Let&#039;s say <i>enemy</i> them, and tell them to their faces in no uncertain terms what we really think of them. I would call it <i>Fuckface</i>.
I remember him as Wilbur Mills. I think he was a congresscritter. And he&#039;d still be there if he had gone to New Orleans for his hookers. See, kids? Blowjobs ruin lives.
You are allowed to read this comment, but some dark night, when you&#039;re just nodding off, you&#039;ll hear a mysterious knock on the door. . . .
If only Wonkette allowed comments, I&#039;d recommend Joe&#039;s O&#039;s to sad Cheerios fans who live within driving distance of a Trader Joe&#039;s. Too bad I can&#039;t; they&#039;re delicious.
Nyah Nyah I said it first!!!
It would really be scary if you weren&#039;t using your powers for good.
Can I sue you if I&#039;m NOT offended by your comments?
Admittedly, this is one of those &quot;hypotheticals&quot;, but still...
So Snipy, I am very much not a lawyer, but I have occasionally found myself on the outskirts of a puddle of contract law. This particular bouquet of shitblossoms appears to be asserting an implied contractual obligation on the part of the unwitting consumer.
But, at least in California, a valid contract requires a genuine &quot;meeting of the minds&quot;. With something like a EULA, it may be that the density of the fine print prevents most people from actually reading the stuff, but at least you know there is a EULA associated with the transaction. And only with that transaction.
There&#039;s also the fact that with typical cents-off coupons, the contract on the coupon is actually with the retailer.
I learn so much in here. It&#039;s always a blast.
You could spend an entire day reading one of those things from Microschlock or Apple. They should bury a &quot;First one to call this number gets $1,000&quot; statement in the middle of all that dreck, and see how many years pass before somebody finds it and cashes in.
So what&#039;s to prevent you from slapping a disclaimer on your own Faceplant page, stating that you no not agree to arbitration, and reserve the right to sue the pants off of any corporation that fucks you up?
Anyone who reads this has agreed de facto not to sue me.
Also PENIS.
By reading this comment, you have received a benefit from me and hence cannot sue me.
By <i>not</i> reading this comment, you have received an even greater benefit from me and hence cannot sue me.
I think we need a new social media outlet on which we can do the opposite of <i>friend</i> corporations and other forms of people. Let&#039;s say <i>enemy</i> them, and tell them to their faces in no uncertain terms what we really think of them. I would call it <i>Fuckface</i>.
I remember him as Wilbur Mills. I think he was a congresscritter. And he&#039;d still be there if he had gone to New Orleans for his hookers. See, kids? Blowjobs ruin lives.
Chockula it up to his legislative skills.
<i>This comment says you can read it, but if you do, you will be forced to give everything you own to it</i>
I would never want to boo Berry.
You are allowed to read this comment, but some dark night, when you&#039;re just nodding off, you&#039;ll hear a mysterious knock on the door. . . .
If only Wonkette allowed comments, I&#039;d recommend Joe&#039;s O&#039;s to sad Cheerios fans who live within driving distance of a Trader Joe&#039;s. Too bad I can&#039;t; they&#039;re delicious.