Anger! Anger!
Vitriol is a dish best served hot; with the memories of your subject still searing with passion through the frontal lobes. So with all prudent candor aside, I bring you an account of the past day, or rather the past 20 odd minutes.
15 minutes ago I was whizzing through downtown Bellingham, deftly avoiding the numerous hobos and potholes in my path. I came to an intersection and pulled onto the road, and made my way to my next corner. I signaled my intention to turn and proceeded rightly, lawfully into the intersection only to be nearly smashed broadside by an SUV which sped through a stop sign into the intersection. I slammed on my brakes only narrowly avoiding the collision, but in so doing I got so close to the SUV that I could see my reflection clearly in the passenger side window. I looked goddamned pissed, and the driver, an old creaky bastard of a man looked like he just soiled himself. I let loose with a litany of curses and hand gestures as the SUV sped off. Naturally I gave chase, old bastard was headed in my intended direction anyway, so I thought why not. I caught him at the next stop sign, but once again he didn't wait around and sped into the road. Oh how I hate the morons who plug the streets in this town with their monstrous ass-haulers. What is it which humans and automobiles? I full recognize that most people are stupid even when not in a vehicle, but there is something unique about autos and their special ability to bring out the tard in those who use them. Also, ponder this: Why do we grant everyone who desires the ability to drive? I mean we give people, who we wouldn't trust to flip our goddamned Mcfatty burgers, equal privileges on the road. We gleefully allow them to pilot 5,000 explosive bombs at high speeds and then wonder in ironic stupefaction why they crash and kill themselves and others. I'm sorry to say, but intelligence and agility are not democratic values; lots of people don't have them and shouldn't be driving. Period.
Its about time I posted something relevant to the domain name of this site; the politics and religion stuff was getting a little heavy.
CRAZY BICYCLE!!!!
15 minutes ago I was whizzing through downtown Bellingham, deftly avoiding the numerous hobos and potholes in my path. I came to an intersection and pulled onto the road, and made my way to my next corner. I signaled my intention to turn and proceeded rightly, lawfully into the intersection only to be nearly smashed broadside by an SUV which sped through a stop sign into the intersection. I slammed on my brakes only narrowly avoiding the collision, but in so doing I got so close to the SUV that I could see my reflection clearly in the passenger side window. I looked goddamned pissed, and the driver, an old creaky bastard of a man looked like he just soiled himself. I let loose with a litany of curses and hand gestures as the SUV sped off. Naturally I gave chase, old bastard was headed in my intended direction anyway, so I thought why not. I caught him at the next stop sign, but once again he didn't wait around and sped into the road. Oh how I hate the morons who plug the streets in this town with their monstrous ass-haulers. What is it which humans and automobiles? I full recognize that most people are stupid even when not in a vehicle, but there is something unique about autos and their special ability to bring out the tard in those who use them. Also, ponder this: Why do we grant everyone who desires the ability to drive? I mean we give people, who we wouldn't trust to flip our goddamned Mcfatty burgers, equal privileges on the road. We gleefully allow them to pilot 5,000 explosive bombs at high speeds and then wonder in ironic stupefaction why they crash and kill themselves and others. I'm sorry to say, but intelligence and agility are not democratic values; lots of people don't have them and shouldn't be driving. Period.
Its about time I posted something relevant to the domain name of this site; the politics and religion stuff was getting a little heavy.
CRAZY BICYCLE!!!!

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