The events to follow are true. There has been no fabrication of the facts contained within the confines of this article. The names have not been changed to protect the identity of the individuals concerned, for he is insolent and shall forever be remembered as such. So without further ado, allow me to tell the story of a person. A person without morals; a person without scruples or ethics; a person without a sense of responsibility for those whom are at a disadvantage in this life; and clearly a person whom hates all diabetics everywhere ...

I am a simple man. For the most part, I live out my life in a kind of peaceful equilibrium with nature. This harmonious balance between myself and that which surrounds and envelopes me can rarely be disrupted. Though on few occasions, an individual’s demonstration of profound insolence can rise to such a feat. On Tuesday August 29th, of the year 2001, such insolence as fore mentioned was utterly and negligently achieved by a one Peter E. Kpran.

Early that same day a visit to Erinmills Towncenter commenced with a stop by the resident Shoppers Drugmart. This was so because Peter grew thirsty and required some bottled water. When the cashier asked Peter if he would like to donate a single dollar to the more than worthy cause of juvenile diabetes, Peter declined copping out behind his current status of unemployment. Appalled with my friend’s decision, I took my leave of the store. I was then to subsequently follow him to HMV where I would witness his purchase of two new CDs totalling approximately $40.

That same day he would then spend $13 on movie tickets, and $12 on nachos and wings at Jack Asstors. Thus far this total spending on absolutely non-essentials puts him at a whooping $65, though the donation of a single dollar would had been to strenuous on my unemployed friend.

Much later in the evening, and for reasons still beyond the grasp of even myself, Peter decided he needed to buy condoms (an additional charge of $10). So we went on down to our local 24 hour Shoppers Drugmart where he picked up a package of Trojan Lubricated Condoms Size Large. As we made our approach toward the cashier I felt a bitter disdain for the man beside me. The man who was my so called friend, yet whom I knew with absolute certainty would once again refuse to donate such a miniscule amount of money especially relative to his excessive amount of spending. And as the gap between the cashier and Peter filled, I knew of the inevitable that was to come. I knew of the question that would be asked, and the answer that Peter would spew ... like the vile venom of some scaly serpent. And all at once, I knew what I had to do. Utilizing my knowledge of the Shoppers system I included the $1 donation within Peter’s condom purchase at first without his knowledge. But as he came to realize what had happened Peter’s rage grew unsurpassed. Shouting profanities of the human soul and threats at the cashier to speak with her manager, he demanded his $1 donation be taken off the bill. By this time causing a scene of immense proportions as to attract the attention of all other customers currently in the store, the cashier could not help but look at Peter in contemptuous disbelief. The next words she would utter were “You cannot be serious, sir”. Peter of course responded with the lack of human dignity and ethics he had shown thus far, even more adamant in his demand to have the $1 donation removed from his bill. Though the cashier had indeed exercised a noble effort in trying to convince Peter to leave the $1 donation on his bill, Peter in the end persuaded the cashier to remove it. Knowing very well her job was on the line, she did so with the sort of loathing I had not known possible for one human being to exude upon another. Peter then completed his transaction. We would then walk out of the store, my head bowed for my friend’s disgrace, but not before we heard an announcement ring out over the P.A. system: “Security to the Front Cash please”.

And so this is the story of my friend Peter’s act of true insolence. All and all, he ended the day with a total spending of $75, but could not find it deep within the cockles of his heart to donate a lousy $1 to the juvenile diabetes fund. Peter, if you are listening, that $1 could make the difference between life and death for someone. And most probably it would make the difference for somebody you know. You remember Ryan McNeely, Peter? Huh? You remember him? Eh asshole? You didn’t seem to remember him when you were being asked to donate a dollar. Our boy Ryan McNeely has diabetes, and you wouldn’t even donate a dollar for him Peter??? This is the man who feeds you Peter. He feeds you. He feeds you free movies, and this is how you repay him. Just think of all the money he has saved you in movies you could had used to donate to diabetes, Peter. Think of it, and then try to sleep with yourself at night. THE MAN WHO FEEDS YOU PETER.

The purpose of a site like this is to remember and learn from the mistakes we, as human beings, have made in the past. May Peter’s act of true insolence on this sad day serve as a deterrent to the rest of humanity. Please stay tuned for a website already in progress ....