It’s bad enough that Candy Crowley and Anderson Cooper are beating the living shit out of them 24/7, now they’ve got the entire throng on Internet geeks piling on as well.

If you hadn’t seen, there’s a site that is asking folks to redesign their happy sunshine logo.

There’s a Facebook page that invites us to give new meaning to the initials BP.

And there’s a not-so-kind video that’s sweeping YouTube. Our question is, is it satire, or an actual news report?

Nice going, Big Oil. So, now, while we’re in pure panic mode trying to figure out how we’re going to clean up your smegma, you’re rolling over in your bed dreaming of your next big pay day.

You can call it an accident all you want. But lack of planning isn’t an accident. Lack of proper inspection isn’t an accident. Lack of giving of shit about the environment isn’t an accident either.

So here’s a bit of advice. Instead of fucking the planet repeatedly, why don’t you just go fuck yourselves.

These factory workers who make products for Microsoft are not sleeping because it's naptime. But because they're being worked to death.

This photo from the KYE Systems factory at Dongguan, China, is something the folks at Microsoft are gonna have a hard time explaining.

A 3-year investigation into working conditions at the factory, which churns out mice and webcams for Microsoft, alleges that the mostly female workers, aged 18 to 25, work horribly sucky shifts from 7:45am to 10:55pm for unbelievably sucky pay under incredibly sucky conditions—often 1,000 workers are crammed into one 105-foot by 105-foot room.

The investigation also alleges that the slaves…er…workers are not allowed to talk or listen to music and have no bathroom breaks during their shifts.

Piss on you, Microsoft.

The next time you have the misfortune of flying RyanAir in Europe, you might want to pass when the stewardess offers you one of those teeny bottles of Jameson or a tasty pint of Boddington’s. That’s because the fuckers at this “discount” airline are now planning to take your money to take a wizz.

Docking you for checked baggage? Not profitable enough. Raping you for carry-on luggage? Ain’t cuttin’ it. Starving you over the course of your 7-hour flight? Not the bottom-line booster it promised to be. Now when Nature calls during mid-flight, you better hit the IGNORE key.

Talk about pissing people off.

As if you needed another reason to wanna deck this twat.

“Thank you for calling Verizon, how can I completely piss on your day?”

Legendary for achieving customer dissatisfaction, Verizon recently stooped to a new low by refusing to disconnect the telephone service of Bill Young, a West Virginia man who went six feet under in June 2009. It wasn’t until last week that Verizon cut off the service after numerous phone calls from Cynthia Lacy, the man’s daughter, and a complaint to the media.

Sucks to be dealing with the soulless pricks at Verizon while your father’s soul is en route to dealing with Judgement.

Cynthia even sent Verizon a copy of her father’s death certificate to try and stop the service. But the saga continued.

“Can you hear me now?” they persisted.

“No, I’m fucking dead. Now shut off my damn phone!” Young wished he could say.

The obvious lesson here is that if you thought “We never stop working for you” was just Verizon’s slogan, well, they’re really serious about the “never” part.

When Ernie Sanchez lost his job, he tried to call New Mexico’s Workforce Solutions to get his unemployment benefits. But all they gave him were more problems. Seven hundred problems, to be exact.

You see, in his attempt to actually talk to a Workforce Solutions solution-maker, Ernie made a whopping 1,114 calls on his cell, each of which cost him 45 cents. Some days it took him hundreds of calls just to get through. And when he did make a connection, he sometimes spent up to four hours on hold waiting for Elvira on the other end of the line to get back from her break.

That’s a lot of on hold Muzak. And a lot of charges to the Droid.

His total cell bill? Over 700 smackers.

“It’s almost the same amount for two weeks of benefits that I was trying to get,” Sanchez said.

Sucks to give your unemployment check to Luke Wilson, doesn’t it Ernie?

Now, with no job, no money and the wrath of Chad upon him, Ernie will have to go without the bare essentials, like food and gasoline and downloading of apps.

Boy, does this recession suck.

Can I interest you in a Prius, sir?

Starting next year, GM will cease production of their gasoline-inhaling mobile homes more commonly known as the Hummer.

The vehicle, which was first used in the Persian Gulf War to run over anyone holding a picture of Saddam Hussein became popular in the States with those looking to pancake Honda Civics and SmartCars.

Nevermind that it couldn’t fit in an ordinary garage or that it cost somewhere in the vicinity of a house payment to fill its tank, the Hummer was THE American ride.

And, now what have we got to choose from? F’ing Kias and Hyundais.

WTF, GM? We bail your ass out of ineptitude, and this is the thanks we get? You do realize there are fossil fuels left to burn, ice caps left to melt and student drivers left to scare the living shit out of?

And you were aware that small men compensate with big cars, weren’t you? So unless you plan on paying for a bunch of therapy appointments and penile implants, call up the Auto Union and crank up your assembly line.

Because we ain’t driving your fucking hybrids. Not here in the good old U.S. of A.

Yesterday, we gave them a big F-U.

Today, we’re taking action. If you’re a Clevelander or just a Sucks to be You warrior, join us in our quest to suck things up for them.

We are providing you with several resources/ideas to help you make their next few days (or weeks, or months) as miserable as possible.

For new subscriptions, you can go here.

When filling out the info, we suggest you put your name as Semore Butts, I P Freely  or Jack Mahogoff. Also, when you need to fill in the address, try 1600 Pennyslvania Ave. or something with 69 in it… that’s always funny.

You could also email them at readers@forbes.com. If this is your preferred route of civil disobedience, you might want to fill the email with any poem using the word, Nantucket. If poetry ain’t your thing just send them a picture of her:

You might also want to waste a few friends and family minutes to pick up the phone and give them a call. We’re good with that. As far as we can tell, the phone number is:

212-366-8900.

Use it at your indiscretion.

Like we said Forbes, don’t fuck with Cleveland. Because you may think our city sucks. But the truth is, you suck worse.

Their reasons for giving the town its #1 ranking: crappy weather, inept politicians, high taxes and a drought of sports championships so long that the last trophy was made from the tusk of a Mastadon.

All that being said, we hardly think Cleveland is the most miserable place in the world.  I mean, wouldn’t that title go to wherever The Kardashians are calling home?

And besides Forbes, maybe your crack staff of pseudo-journalists should do some fucking fact checking. Because if you didn’t realize it — the STBY World Headquarters are located in Cleveland. That’s right — the Microsoft of the blogosphere has parked its witty ass right on your so-called Mistake on the Lake.

Sucks to be living in Cleveland, you say?

No, sucks to be working for Forbes. Because we here at STBY are calling for a full-out boycott of your shitty publication, the spamming of your inboxes with soft-core porn and juvenile crank calls to HQ.

Did you see what happened to the NFL and Art Modell when they tried to fuck with our Browns? We don’t take shit lying down here in C-Town. So, be prepared, Forbes.

Living in Cleveland may be miserable. But working for your rag over the next couple days will be even worse.

The latest in-flight warning from officials at Air France.

With virtually every airline’s finances running on a fumes these days, it’s fair to say that flying anywhere pretty much sucks. There are the outrageous fuck-you-for-flying-with-us fees to check your luggage. The tiny seat you paid big bucks for but you’re forced to share with the Stay Puft Marshmallow’s left butt cheek. And of course, there’s the fear of dying a horrible death either plummeting to the earth at the speed of crapping your pants or being used as a weapon of mass destruction.

But for some passengers on an overnight flight from Paris to Tokyo, their flying experience was even suckier. French police are reporting that around 4,000 euros ($5,744) was pickpocketed from five business class passengers as they slept on the long trip. At the time of the pilfering, the stewardesses said they were busy doling out rations of tomato juice with exactly 3 ice cubes to passengers in second-class.

Issuing a typical the-customer-is-always-wrong statement, Air France said that passengers are responsible for items they have with them in the cabin. Or in other words, you snooze, you lose.