I may be mean. I may go there in thought. But I won't wish someone of the leftist bend to contract that virus of our times.
None of the leftists I lambast are worth the sympathy of being a victim of the virus.
However, I do have a death sentence I want imposed on people who don't give a fuck for my life.
Speeders.
Fuck writing these bastards speeding tickets so that they can be like automotive youtube channels like AutoVlog who routinely cast caution to the wind and make money off of risking my life and yours while they get their rocks off excceding the speed limit. And because they monetize their risk taking, they have funds to hire lawyers who bargain down the reckless driving charges to passing gas at 10 mph above the speed limit.
Fuck that shit.
I want those who travel so fast that you make my car move as you push air so hard that my car vibrates to be pulled over, hauled out of their car, and then to be executed on the spot with a gunshot to the head causing their lack of brain matter to empty into their speeding vehicle.
And then put those corpses back in the car and then to set it on fire so they get a flaming send off.
No more tickets. Take the reckless drivers out of their fucking cars and blow their brains out.
To the none thinking contingent of the traveling kind, there is a thing called a speed limit. That is the MAXIMUM speed you may travel on the road. It is there because there are chances that your ass could face an emergency and your vehicle could impact a family of breeders and that there should be some hope of escaping a wreck with one's life and limbs.
When you decide that there might be a 10 mph cushion where you could push your under-maintained death chariot above the speed limit, you are not practicing Constitutional freedom. You are threatening my life and my liberty by going faster than the speed limit.
Understand this mutha fockers, I travel in the slow lane at the speed limit. You have no right to push your car's facia up to my butt and then to act like you are being inconvenienced because I follow the law and your head is up your ass.
And then when your ass reaches a tolerance of traveling the legal limit that makes you unhappy, you then have the nerve to push your death chariot to excessive speed and noise to show how frustrated you were having to follow the law. And then your motha focking self then decides to leap in front of me without using your turn signal so that you can show me that you are all man and I was born a woman.
Fock you.
I want your ass dead. I want y our ass to be torn out of your death chariot and I want your brains (whatever might be there) pushed out of your skull as it no longer can withstand the force of the gunfire. I want your skull torn to shit like a watermelon dropped from a second story onto concrete.
I want you dead. I want you dead. I want your ass sent to your maker with the last part of your life showing God how tough you were for having shown me your lack of anger control and your insistence that your actions have no ability to process that you have no right to operate that death vehicle at the speed of your choice.
This virus situation has turned our roads into unsafe at any speed death travel paths. I shouldn't have to worry about whether I'll get home from Mom's in one piece because you throw a temper tantrum and your shit had to do the speed limit.
The only answer to you assholes is to be subject to the presumption of dumb ass unfit for future living. Your actions are the most overt inconsiderate action possible toward others. Your very actions could take my life without due process.
And for that reason, you need to experience losing your head as a bullet travels without consideration of your rights. I want your head to pop. I want your brains to be spread in chunks of pink and red blood all over your death chariot. I want you to be removed from the road so you'll no longer be a repeat offender of thinking about only yourself. And perhaps maybe others will see that once your watermelon is chunkified, that they'll understand the concept of the "speed limit".
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