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I am surrounded by fucktards.
Ok, so today I took a long walk into town down my lovely country road in the pouring rain. The man at the video store lent me his umbrella because this is a small town where everyone knows everyone and he knows I'm the wholesome type to return something which doesn't belong to me. At the drugstore I got a few weird looks from people for having the moxy to be wet and in a public place, but all I have to say to those SUV-driving Earth-destroying lazyass motherfucking cuntrags is "I'm much healthier than you and will still be walking vigorously up the road while you're sitting at your dialysis machine looking anxiously at that massive pus-leaking blister on your foot that will have to be amputated because you have Type II diabetes, you lazy fat fuck." Plus, I scored my drugs (more opiates this time! It seems my doctors would rather I be calm and tractable than the way I am unmedicated). So that was a win overall.
Things didn't really get annoying until I was walking back home. You see, I hate sidewalks. Especially the kind that are made by indolent backwater bozos who don't understand the concepts of straight lines and level surfaces. The sidewalks also tend to be covered with pine needles that are particularly slippery on days like today, and I don't really feel like testing my still-healing spine with a hard fall. It is also an indisputable fact that if you step on the crack, you'll fall and break your back.
The speed limit on my street is 30 mph. I was walking on the left side of the road and not on the sidewalk, but it is my legal fucking right to walk on the left side of the road should I choose. I am still a pedestrian and that means cars yield to MOI. Some asshole was coming towards me at about 15 mph, slowly because there was another person coming the other way. The guy coming toward me was already almost at a stop, yet he felt it ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NECESSARY to continue driving by while the other car passed him. The fucker came so fucking close to me that I actually had to step backwards and sideways to avoid getting sideswiped. I turned around and threw my hands up in the air, which is my habitual, borderline polite gesture of what-the-fuckness, but he didn't give a shit. So I finally let my mouth loose and screamed FUCKING ASSSSSHOLLEEEE!!! at the top of my fucking lungs. I hope all of the neighbors and their cows heard.
I hate the way people drive. He couldn't stop for TWO WHOLE SECONDS to safely pass me?! People drive like they'll never die, like life can't be snapped in half at the blink of an eye. I FUCKING HATE these myopic fucking fuckfaces who can only think ME ME ME and I NEED TO GET SOMEWHERE and MY TIME IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOUR LIFE. I mean, get a fucking imagination. Take a walk outdoors. Get off your fat fucking asses and get in touch with the things in life that are actually important.
I am surrounded by fucktards.
Ok, so today I took a long walk into town down my lovely country road in the pouring rain. The man at the video store lent me his umbrella because this is a small town where everyone knows everyone and he knows I'm the wholesome type to return something which doesn't belong to me. At the drugstore I got a few weird looks from people for having the moxy to be wet and in a public place, but all I have to say to those SUV-driving Earth-destroying lazyass motherfucking cuntrags is "I'm much healthier than you and will still be walking vigorously up the road while you're sitting at your dialysis machine looking anxiously at that massive pus-leaking blister on your foot that will have to be amputated because you have Type II diabetes, you lazy fat fuck." Plus, I scored my drugs (more opiates this time! It seems my doctors would rather I be calm and tractable than the way I am unmedicated). So that was a win overall.
Things didn't really get annoying until I was walking back home. You see, I hate sidewalks. Especially the kind that are made by indolent backwater bozos who don't understand the concepts of straight lines and level surfaces. The sidewalks also tend to be covered with pine needles that are particularly slippery on days like today, and I don't really feel like testing my still-healing spine with a hard fall. It is also an indisputable fact that if you step on the crack, you'll fall and break your back.
The speed limit on my street is 30 mph. I was walking on the left side of the road and not on the sidewalk, but it is my legal fucking right to walk on the left side of the road should I choose. I am still a pedestrian and that means cars yield to MOI. Some asshole was coming towards me at about 15 mph, slowly because there was another person coming the other way. The guy coming toward me was already almost at a stop, yet he felt it ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NECESSARY to continue driving by while the other car passed him. The fucker came so fucking close to me that I actually had to step backwards and sideways to avoid getting sideswiped. I turned around and threw my hands up in the air, which is my habitual, borderline polite gesture of what-the-fuckness, but he didn't give a shit. So I finally let my mouth loose and screamed FUCKING ASSSSSHOLLEEEE!!! at the top of my fucking lungs. I hope all of the neighbors and their cows heard.
I hate the way people drive. He couldn't stop for TWO WHOLE SECONDS to safely pass me?! People drive like they'll never die, like life can't be snapped in half at the blink of an eye. I FUCKING HATE these myopic fucking fuckfaces who can only think ME ME ME and I NEED TO GET SOMEWHERE and MY TIME IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOUR LIFE. I mean, get a fucking imagination. Take a walk outdoors. Get off your fat fucking asses and get in touch with the things in life that are actually important.
I am surrounded by fucktards.
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