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March 01, 2005 RED, RED RAGE. I'll tell ya'... I have a real, real problem with humanity.Call it a strong contempt- passionate you might say- for the supposed "human beings" that roam haplessly and helplessly through the world. As far as I can tell, and as far as my own, personal experiences are concerned, the majority of humanity, merit nothing from me but my utter disdain, as well as my contemptible loathing. Why? You may ask. Why is it, Kevin, that you have so little faith? Why so dour and cynical? Why are you so "down" on people? Well… let me tell ya'. My main grudge, and my biggest problem with humans is that I ask so little, and receive even less than that. Take for instance the crosswalk on Vindicator Drive here in the naturally wondrous, but abhorrently conservative, Colorado Springs, Colorado. I have been on said crosswalk a hundred, thousand separate times since we moved here, either walking, or riding my bike across. Not once. And I am not exaggerating here… not once has a car, in the hundred, thousand separate times I have engaged in legally crossing the street, stopped for me, or even slowed down. Today I was in the middle of the street. I was on the crosswalk. And this bitch, this colossal bitch… this brain-dead female nowhere near worthy enough to wipe the sweat off my brow let alone capable of driving a motor vehicle PROPERLY sees me from a full block away. Now... does she slow down? Does she stop? Does she yield to me, as is the FUCKIN' LAW? (As you can probably surmise, due to the extravagant use of upper case letters, she did not.) What she did, in all her infinite futility, was to actually speed up. Understanding this situation means that you must realize a few facts: I was half way there, almost across the street, I was on a crosswalk that was fully visible and marked with signs, and most importantly… if I had kept going, this wench would have run over me. So there I was in the middle of the street, balancing on my Giant, glaring at this fucking trollop with as much rage and hatred as I could muster. As she bore down on me in her brand new Jeep Wagoneer, intent on either running me down, or racing home to catch the last minute of her vacuous Soap Opera, I shouted at her as loud as I could… FUCKING WHORE… and flipped her my middle finger. And what sort of reaction did I get from this paragon of soccer moms, this slut of the P.T.A. elite? She leans down in her seat, slightly embarrassed like, waves absently at me, and smiles. Oh the horror! Oh the rage… THE RED, RED RAGE! I don't know what infuriates me more: the fact she was unable to act safely and properly (albeit she had all the time in the world to do so), the fact that she was apparently more than willing to arbitrarily end my life, the fact that she seemed utterly incapable of admitting she had done something wrong, or the second car that had come screaming up behind her. But for the fact that I had stopped my bike in the street and glared down at this second, ironically enough, blond bitch in a Fiat of all things, she too would have roared through the crosswalk, seemingly just as willing and able to run me down as the first one had been. And this, in all its gory essence, is what I'm talking about. This is why I, your humble narrator, have a real, real problem with humanity. If I cannot expect people to stop their motor vehicles when I am obviously on a crosswalk crossing the street, then how am I to expect them not to engage in pedophilia, or wife beating, or thievery, or murder? Which is to say, if humans cannot be expected to do the simplest, easiest things, things that we know, regardless of what god you do or do not worship, are right and fair and just, then how is it that they are to be expected to do the right thing when it's not so simple and not so easy? These are those little evils that I always write about. Little evils that I still argue today are far worse than the big ones. I detest weakness and cowardice. And I detest someone, anyone who is so weak and so rotten with twenty-first century cowardice and so impatient that they would not think it wrong or appalling to roar heedlessly through a crosswalk. Preferring, apparently, to possibly commit an act of murder, rather than demonstrate the incredibly facile effort required to apply foot to brake and actually stop for a pedestrian, and or, biker. [Add Comment] 0 Comments |
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