We have a new fad here in Ireland, a new game, one that we are becoming quite skilled at. It’s called “Killing People with Cars”. Here’s how you play. Buy a car. Kill people. That’s it.
Every morning, the news tells of another life lost on the road. We are given totals as to how many lives are lost so far. And here’s the thing; we then go out and try to beat that total.
In 2004, 374 lives were lost on our nations roads. We bettered that in 2005, managing to rack up 399 kills. So far in 2006, we have killed 134 people. If we keep up this average, by the end of the year, we will have killed over 400 people. Not bad going.
Ok, everybody admits that maybe this game is getting a bit old, and that maybe we should, y’know, stop the massacre and such. Everyone. We all think this sucks. And it should stop.
But it isn’t stopping. It’s getting worse.
I can only give you what I believe is the cause. It’s us. The Irish. Everybody was right all along. We are dunces. We are ignorant. We are dumb. We can’t take the fucking hint. We know best.
It won’t happen to us. It might happen elsewhere in the country, but I’ll be alright. I’m a good driver. I’ve only had a few drinks. My car is in good enough nick. Those brakes are alright. He’ll stop; I don’t need to slow down. I’m more than capable of driving at this speed. I can handle it. I’m alright.
Ill be alright.
I can only imagine how much everyone else is laughing at us, the thick Micks, killing each other night after night. Drunken Paddy crashes his car into an oncoming lorry. What a bollix. That’s the Irish for you. Stupid cunts. Whereas other nations might take the hint, and say, gee, we seem to have a road fatality issue here, let’s address the matter, put a better structure into place, get more traffic cops out there, tighten our belts, and curb this ceaseless slaughter… No. Not us. Vroom Vroom. Watch us go.
I can only begin to speculate, but if I were to blame anything, I would blame the “Celtic Tiger”, an economic boom that occurred a few years back. Suddenly, everyone was rich. Everyone did very well. Everyone had to have a better car that the next guy. He had a BMW, you had a Merc. Young drivers, previously unable to afford a car, could now afford not only a car, but to tune and mod this car, just like in that movie that was both fast and furious. Hey, my car looks like that car in that movie!! I guess I can drive like that guy in that movie!! I’m Irish, and therefore dumb enough to believe this fact! Hey, now I’m dead. And that pretty girl I was tearing round town trying to impress, well, she’s not so pretty anymore. They’ll have to close her casket. And that guy that was driving home to his wife when he met me on the wrong side of the road? Well, let’s just call her a widow.
Oops, I nearly fell into the “It’s the YOUNG people” trap there. No, plenty of slaughter for all ages, folks. The grim road reaper does not discriminate against age, unlike many of us closed-minded Irish, who believe that it’s all the fault of the YOUNG people, driving so fast, so furious. Nope, that old guy who has been driving for sixty years, the Hans Moleman guy, he’s as much to blame. Heck, it’s not his fault; he’s Irish. Of course he’s so fucking stupid that he doesn’t know his reactions have slowed and dulled in his later years. He can drive on WHATEVER SIDE OF THE ROAD HE LIKES. And that lady dropping her kids to school, of course she can talk on her cell phone while taking a roundabout… She’s Irish, she doesn’t know any better. And that guy who works sixty miles from home and has to commute, hey, he doesn’t have to get up a bit earlier to make the drive on time… He can just drive a wee bit FASTER. He’s Irish. He’s invincible, right? Stop giggling in the back there.
Hey, don’t blame our TOTALLY FUCKING INEPT traffic corps; those poor cops are overworked as it is!! They have their holes to pick. Sure, every now and then the Department will issue orders for a “Crackdown”… Don’t worry guys. This just means that you take your patrol car, park somewhere close to a town, say… on the straightest road out of town, just before the speed limit sign. Now, you can nail people one after the other as they build up speed leaving town. On paper, it looks like you guys did a great job! And no messing about at actual accident black spots, in rural areas, or late at night when the dumb Irish are drink-driving. Y’know… No WORK. Just nail people at an easy target area, just so we have something to show people when they think us cops are doing nothing to cease the slaughter on the roads. And the best part is, none of these dumb Irish cunts will ever argue about us, or the government that rules us. They’ll just keep killing each other on the roads. And they’ll all agree that something, SOMETHING must be done, and then do ABSOLUTLEY fucking nothing to correct it.
They are the Irish. They don’t have to do anything. Because it will never happen to them.
My name here is Bubastis; I can only speak of my own experiences.
My parents were at a roundabout last year when a van smashed into their car. My Dad had to be cut out later that night, and spent some time in Hospital, but fully recovered. My Mum was fine.
My cousin was sideswiped at a roundabout 18 months ago. He lived, but will never walk right again.
My Aunt’s sister in law and her daughter were both killed in a head-on collision in which the other driver was also killed a few years back.
One of my neighbours crashed his car drunk a few years back and was killed instantly.
There is a black spot a few miles from my house, 18 people were killed there last year alone.
My girlfriend has just begun to learn how to drive.
Bub