For the moron with the too-loud car stereo, next to me at the stoplight

The BBQ Pit
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GaWd:

Yo needledick. Where the fuck did you get the idea that I am a cop or that I’m old? Tells me more than I wanted to know about what goes on under that low forehead. I said cops are the only thing that is keeping rednecks like me from speed slapping your pathetic ass into a coma at some random stoplight.

I know your type. YOU don’t wait in lines. Noooo, that’s for chumps. You zip down the row of stopped cars in the rain, slam on the antilock brakes, swerve in front of a cement truck, and then flip off the trucker who just saved your life. Which you didn’t notice.

HOWEVER. If you really are telling the truth about turning it down at night then maybe you aren’t completely paralyzed from the neck up. There might be a trace of a person inside that plastic flashboy yet. I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt here. I’m willing to leave it alone.

Hasta.

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I could care less if you’re a fucking Redneck, or whether you THINK you could “speed-slap” me(trust me, you couldn’t). You’re not a cop? so fucking what.

Of course I’d turn my fucking stereo for a neighbor, that’s common courtesy. If I want my music loud on the street, so be it. It would take you, an army of rednecks, and a firearm to do what you propose above.

Don’t like rap? Tough, really.

Oh and once again, you and I agree on a point together. Since I never pull around the shoulder ata stoplight, like you’ve once again ASSumed, and I hate the little assholes who think they can get away with it. In fact, when I see one of em coming down the line, I simply pull my car off to the side just enough to keep them from passing–If I have to wait, they have to wait.

Basically, you and I will never agree on the OP, and to quote from another pit thread, “Get over it”(See definition below).

-Sam

“Get over it”-- Indicates that one party in a conversation believes they are beating a dead horse; and wish it ended.

Not from a lack of intelligence, but rather to stop ramming his head into a wall talking(arguing) incessantly over a viewpoint that one, or both of the participants will NEVER, ever change it.

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WTF?? Usually I’m a HAPPY drunk. Let’s just have a look here…

Ah, there’s the trouble. The keyboard was set on ‘Initiate Sustainable Fusion Reaction’.

::click, click:: That’s better.

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Aww, gawd, and here I thought you my friend.

Sometimes you sound like a smart guy, why are you acting like such a dick about the music thing?

Why can’t you admit that anyone who knowingly does something that forces others to be uncomfortable is an asshole.

Think about it man. If you are a non-smoker and I sat in your car with you and puffed a big smelly cigar you would bitch slap me and stick that cigar right up my ass, right?

And if you were sitting at home trying to watch some tv and relax and I sat next to you and continually poked you in the face with my finger you would throw me through a plate glass window right?

And if you were sitting in your room, reading your favorite magazine and I came in and set up some big ass yamaha speakers and a huge amp and started blaring John Tesh at top volume you would probably shoot me, right?

So how about if your deck was in the shop getting repaired, or cleaned. Or your Rockford Fosgate or Alpine (or whatever) amp was fried and had to be replaced and you were waiting for the new one or something like that. And here comes Ralph Hernander, a middle-aged man who is balding. He has a gut pooching out and he only makes 32,000 a year, which he hates because he is 53 years old. So he is feeling kind of pissed off. He rolls down the windows of his 84 Oldsmobile to let the wind blow through what is left of his hair. He turns on the radio to listen to some music, as that always made him feel better. Luckily, Steppenwolf is playing on his favorite radio station. He turns it up. He’s cruisin’, feeling 16 again.
He’s really moving and the breeze feels good. He turns up the music to full volume, so he can really feel it, you know, sing along with it… he loves this song.
Then he hits a red light. And he pulls up next to you. You look over to see what the hell is making that GaWd-awful racket.

GETCHYER MOTOR RUNNIN’!
GET OUT ON THE HIGHWAY!
LOOKIN’ FER ADVENCHER!
BORNNNNN TO BE WIIIIIIILD!
BORNNNNN TO BE WIIIIIIILD!

Ralph is belting it out at the top of his lungs. You can’t hear him because his shitty factory stereo (it has knobs, holy shit!) is turned up so high it’s making your gum vibrate.

“What an asshole,” you think to yourself. “What makes that stupid old bastard think everyone wants to hear his shit? Can’t he have the common courtesy to have his mid-life crisis in the privacy of his shitty little home?”

And you would be right, Ralph was being a dick. He was displaying a very apparent lack of respect for other people. That’s fucked up. And you are being fucked up when you blare your bass so loud that it bothers other people.

That may be a hard fact of life, but it’s a fact of life your ass is gonna have to be realistic about. You can’t really expect to say
“I’m an asshole, I don’t care who knows it, I don’t care about anyone else, fuck everyone, fuck you and fuck off.” and that people are gonna be cool with it.
Well, you can expect it, but be prepared for some serious fucking disappointment.

The point is that you shouldn’t continue to be such a dick about things.

I like my music loud too. And when I am hauling ass down the fast lane on the freeway, I crank that shit. Hard brain curdling shit that’s full of BASS like Korn and ICP and Crystal Method and so on. When I get off the freeway and onto a fast moving street I still play it as loud as I want. When I hit a stop light I turn it down. There is a handy mute button on my deck that turns it down real low and then back up at the touch of a button. Lots of decks have these nifty buttons, and I am sure you know that yours does. When I am in a residential neighborhood, I turn it down. I drive about 30 mph as I don’t want to run over someone’s child.
All of these things I do primarily because I would want someone else to do things in respect to me and my neighborhood.
The fact that there are noise pollution laws here also helps to remind me that I don’t want to disturb the peace.

I know that you’re cool, you’re tough, you’re a bad-ass, blah blah blah. I know that no one can kick your ass, and that you can do whatever you want and you’re the man.

Have a little mercy on we puny mortals who tremble at your feet and turn your shit down. Not all the time, not even most of the time. Just when common fuckin’ courtesy demands it.
That’s all we’re asking. Live and let live and shit like that.

Damn, is it so hard to understand? Is it such a big deal to consider other’s from time to time? Why do you have to be such an ass?

Think about it.

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Notice I haven’t said you’re wrong at all yet. Oh, except that I’m a badass, and I’m tough, and I’m a hard-on…but I’ve never said anyone cant’ kick my ass…in fact, I fully expect that sometime soon, someone’s gonna whoop me good…it’d sure mellow me out a bit :smiley:

So…basically, I’m an asshole, and I won’t deny it. Next time I’m at a light and I notice some fucking wimp next to me rolling up his window, or some fucking rendneck glaring down from his shitmobile at my brother in his BMW because of the music…I’ll think of you and your post Lexi, I really will.

In all honesty, when you’ve spent almost 50K on a car with a nice soundsystem(has the upgrade), it’s hard to turn it down–ever.

Shortly, when i grow up to your level of courtesy(I’m not really that bad man, give me a fuckin break…it’s just music), and I’m sure that day is fast coming, I will adopt your same views.

Thank you for showing the error of my ways to me. You’ve thought this out, and I’m impressed, especially since Myndephuqer(goddamned bottomfeeder), just wanted to sling mud and swear at me…you’ve almost gotten me to be a touch more considerate.

You da man…but, really, Lick my sack…

J/K :smiley:

-Sam

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Your rights end where my privacy begins.

You want to blast your ears off? Great, slap on some head phones. That’s your right to enjoy your music. I, however, do not care to hear it. No matter what it is.

You think it’s okay to blare it on the street but not in your neighborhood? Has it dawned on you oh great one that as you are driving you are driving THROUGH someone’s neighborhood?

Oh, well, I guess that doesn’t count. Since you are driving through and all. As long as you aren’t “parking” it’s okay to play your music as loud as you want. Okay. Can’t wait for someone to do this to your mother, your grandparents. Hell, someday you too will be an old fart wanting to settle down into a “nice, quiet” neighborhood.

Can’t wait for another little bass-junkie like you to come blasting by during your 2 pm nap. Just remember 40 years from now that you thought it was okay. Because you were the one doing it, not the person on the receiving end. That makes all the difference, doesn’t it? I mean, yeah, sure, it’s okay to be a rude jerk because it’s “your music, your freedom” but how do you think it would feel from the flip-side?

It’s your nap, your neighborhood?

Little bit more fair?

Oh, wait, what the hell am I thinking? You’ll live forever and party now just as you will 40 years from now, right?

Right.

In case you missed the point it’s called respect. Respect for yourself and others. You want to blast your head off? Head phones. You can crank it as loud as you’d like. The others are everyone from your own mother to your own grandparents. You may not give a shit about your mom or your grandparents but could you show a bit of respect for mine? I’d appreciate it.

Thanks!

Byz

(The nice bitch, but only when she feels like it)

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Well, at least you are admitting the obvious.

“Think” being a relative term.

So how does the type of car, or the cost of the car come into this whole discussion? Who gets to decide that only those with the most expensive cars are allowed to “share” their nonexistant musical tastes with some anonymous people and/or neighborhoods? I mean, that’s what you are implying…that people with shitty cars aren’t entitled to be annoyed because some idiot next to them wants to go deaf at a young age. I mean, they have a shitmobile, for crying out loud. The nerve of them to not enjoy what you want to “share”!

And you are implying that you (or your brother…whoever) has an expensive car and expensive stereo system, therefore, you just gotta make strangers around you in traffic miserable with your loud “music”. That you are more “entitled.” What sort of logic is that?

Are you the same sort of person who parks their expensive car over two or more parking spaces, because your car is expensive, and therefore more “worthy” of an extra parking space? Seems like the same sort of selfish thinking going on.

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Oh, and Byz, you’ve stereotyped me incorrect. While I don’t like to cause undue pain or suffering to my neighbors, this does not mean that I drive through someone else’s neighborhood like that either. THis thread was concerning stoplights, which are placed at pretty major thoroughfares. If I’m in a neighborhood I repect the inhabitants, but I certainly don’t care what the person next to me at a light feels. It’s not my job to worry about him, or you for that matter. That’s why they call it public. That’s why you can walk on a sidewalk in front of a house anyway you choose, or smoke, or joke with your friends, have earrings and lip piercings…

That said, I can also listen to my music at whatever level I wish, WITHOUT using headphones. Just like you can glare and snarl at me at a stoplight when my music gets to you. It’s your right, but it’s also my right.

-Sam

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No, I don’t think I’ve stereotyped you. Incorrect or incorrectly. I’ve not stereotyped you at all. In fact, I’ve not tried to fit you into a mold at all. I’ve pointed out that even at a stop light, you are in someone’s neighborhood. Mr. Roger’s or mine. Whatever. You talk as if stop lights are only in some sparse, life-free zone. They are not. There are four stop lights within a half a block of my home. I’ll bet they are that close to yours too, if you live in the city.

Perhaps you live in the suburbs. Where there are more stop signs than stop lights. It really doesn’t matter. My point, that didn’t peg you as anything, is still the same.

Your rights end where my privacy begins.

I do not snarl or glare at anyone. Loud music, dirty car, polluting car. I do not snarl or glare. It’s wrong, bad karma and a type of behavior that is beneath me. So is blaring my music to other ears. I play tapes or the radio in my car as I drive (when I drive, which is very little, as I’m very environmentally aware) but my music or tapes are for my ears only. My hearing is very acute. I have no need to blast it in order to hear it or enjoy it.

You seem to take extreme pleasure in “tormenting” others with your choice of music. That is the problem, really. You don’t just have it loud enough for you to hear; you want other’s to hear it as well. That is an infringement on their rights. Honestly, public or not, do you really need your music that loud to enjoy it? I doubt it. It’s not your enjoyment that is the key.

I think you not only welcome the glares and stares but you would be sorely disappointed if you didn’t get them. In fact, I’ll bet that if you don’t get them at a particular stop, you purposely turn up the sound until someone notices you. For that is what you truly want. It really isn’t about asserting yourself, your independence, your choice; it is about attracting attention to yourself. There is nothing wrong with that. Many people use their cars, homes, even their children to attract attention to themselves. It’s more than just human nature, it’s something deeply inherent in most Americans.

But your fancy home, car or fantastic children are something I can see or not. Your loud music is something I cannot get away from. That is an infringement on my right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Yes, you are happy with the tunes blaring at the stop light. But I live half a block away and cannot escape the pounding bass.

You mentioned walking on a public side walk. Piercings, smoking, farting, whatever. Fine. If you are in passing. But riddle me this, Batman; how would you feel if a gang of tattooed, pierced, hungry, needle-tracked riddled folks decided to use the public sidewalk in front of your, or your parents, home? Not only do they have a loud boom-box but they are blatantly using drugs right in front of your home? Well, it’s a public thoroughfare, right? So, it’s okay. Even if they weren’t using drugs but just walked up and down, blaring music… that’s okay, right?

It’s a public walkway and all…

I’m, again, not stereotyping you. But just imagine yourself in that house, with those folks doing that right outside your door. Day in and day out. How do you think your attitude would change?

Again, it’s about respect. It’s about the Golden rule. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. I don’t bother others with my music; I expect them to treat me the same way.

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Oh now, don’t be silly. You want to pick on my word, “choice”? It doesn’t matter to me if your choice of music is Rap, Classical or Heavy Metal. Choice was merely a word. Your “choice” of music. Not just the “choice” you made in picking it out but your “choice” in the volume you play it at. I don’t think I need to “make up my mind” as I’ve not contradicted myself.

I’m merely saying that you made a “choice” in what music you play at the particular volume you’ve decided is optimum. I have no idea what kind of music you blare. Is it rap? Metal? Classical? Country? Who knows? Who cares? The “style” doesn’t matter. The “choice” does. What ever kind of music you “choose” you “choose” to play it loud, right?

That is the “choice” I’m talking about. Sorry if you were confused. Or nit-picking.

So you don’t get off on the attention anymore. Apparently, you once did. But now, you just don’t care. So, what is your attraction now?

No, re-read what I said. I’m not comparing apples and oranges. I’m saying that even IF these people were NOT doing drugs but just walking up and down your bit of the sidewalk with a loud stereo, how would you feel? And I’m very sure you are wrong about there being no noise ordnance in your city, no matter where you are. Noise ordinances are very common place. This is why it is perfectly within a person’s right to call the police about a loud party. It is due to laws about noise. I doubt, seriously, that your city doesn’t have one in place.

Again, yes, the good old U.S. of A is about freedom or “doing what you like” but it is also about the other guy. So, you like spray painting houses. Hey, it’s fun! Is that your right? No. It infringes on the rights of others to pursue life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. You do not have the “right” to damage their property. Nor do you have the “right” to inflict your version of “great music” on them.

Your rights end where their privacy begins.

I live in a state full of Mormons. They would very much like to legislate their morality on me. But they can’t because they have no right to tell me what God to worship, or how, or why. That is MY choice. As long as my religious choice doesn’t infringe on others, I’m free to pursue it.

It is also my choice, my freedom, not to be subjected to my neighbors blaring a TV show, or their particular “choice” of music.

Get it?

You have the right to choose your music. I also have that right. However, you do NOT have the right to force me to listen to your music. Just as the KKK has the right to peaceful assembly, I have the right not to participate or listen to it.

Let’s concede some points then…

1- Not all people like loud music
True enough.
2- Not everyone will cater to your every desire about the volume levels in their car, their personal property(I think I have a right to my personal liberties and right to property, no?).
I don’t expect everyone to cater to me… again, your rights end where my privacy begins.
3- People who ride around with loud stereos are asshole-ish, and are, to a certain extent being discourteious(is that a word? or is it un-courteous?)
The word is discourteous, and yes, they are.
4- Far from attempting to torment you, I’m expressing myself as I wish to. This is not pointed at you, and I could care less what your reaction to it is. If you don’t like it, fine. If you don’t care, great. Either way, I’m not concerned with you(quite selfish, no doubt, but I’m young and the earth still revolves around my every move…just wait a few years, it’ll sink in, and then I’ll be you!)
No, I don’t think you are. And yes, I can feel your discourteous attitude. I’m hoping that my taking the time to reply to you will help you see it from the other side. Believe me, I know where you are coming from. Why don’t you walk a bit in my shoes then?
5-People like me won’t change. I’m sorry, this is the way I am. I am a fine young man, and if this is one of my worse downfalls, so be it–I’m still a good guy.
Wrong. People like you DO change. Someone shows them what it’s like to be on the receiving end. They DO modify their behavior. Because they take on a “world” view. Not just a “me” view.
6- Comparing people using drugs to a loud car stereo is false logic.
Uh, re-read it. I didn’t say that. I’m giving you a “worst case scenario” I also said, “same deal but no drugs. How do you like it?” Be fair. Don’t say I said something I didn’t.

Can We agree Byz?
For the most part, no.
I do care about other people.
I don’t want to bother them or infringe on their rights.
I’m not so wrapped up in myself that I can’t see how my loud music might affect my 89 year old neighbor. It’s just fucking mean, and rude. Go back and look at my dilemma over the parking thing. I don’t want to be a jerk. I don’t want bad karma. It isn’t just about “me” it’s about everyone I share this world with.

Your attitude is hurtful and hateful. If you just gave half a seconds thought to someone else, besides yourself, I think we might agree more.

Best!
Byz

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Yes dear, I was nit-picking. Friendly though :slight_smile:

My attraction now, is my MUSIC, for the last time Byz, it’s my fucking music!

They wanna walk around with ghetto blasters, real loud? fine…that’s their right. It doesn’t bother me and they walk by me in about 1 minute flat.

You have the “Right” to ignore me Byz. I have the right to play as loud as possible, and you have the right to ignore. Live with it.

I am not forcing you to listen, you choose to because of your spineless nature. Ignore it like a growed-up person would.

Whether you feel I am doing this to torment you or not, I can sit here all day and tell you why I do what I do and you will disagree. So, I give up…

But, please make no mistake, this comment…"Your attitude is hurtful and hateful. " Proves how truly ignorant you are. I’ve told you my motivation, yet you tell me I’m wrong…this conversation has gone the rounds, and is a D.E.D horse.

Sorry, you got real lame Byz.

-Sam

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What?!? Are you really this dense? WE CAN’T IGNORE SOMETHING THAT IS SO LOUD THAT OUR STEERING WHEELS ARE VIBRATING! WE CAN’T IGNORE SOMETHING THAT IS DROWNING OUT OUR OWN RADIO, OUR OWN VOICES!! What are you - so deaf from your own loud music that you don’t know how frigging LOUD and DEAFENING it is for the rest of us?!?!

You can’t be serious! How do you make our steering wheels stop vibrating? Your loud music is forcing our steering wheels to vibrate. Your loud music is forcing out the sounds of our own car stereo, and our own voices in our own cars. And then you have the audacity to say it is our own “spineless nature” that makes us annoyed by this?

Once again, you have got to be kidding. You want throw out the term “grown up” (I presume that’s what you meant) to us? Try this for size. TURN YOUR DAMNED MUSIC DOWN, LIKE A GROWN UP PERSON WOULD. There is nothing “grown up” about playing your damned music so loud that the whole neighborhood can hear it. It’s damned selfish, and childish.

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Nope, sorry. I guarantee you’re violating a municipal noise pollution ordinance. In fact, around these parts (Cuyahoga County, Ohio), you can not only get ticketed, you can get your pretty, shiny sound system confiscated.

“The right to ignore.” Hooo, that’s rich. Sounds like my former upstairs neighbor who, by the way, I got evicted.

Physician . . .

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I should add, GaWd, that what you’re doing (and advocating) is the audio equivalent of grabbing your little sister’s arm, smacking her repeatedly in the face with it, and saying, “Stop hitting yourself! Stop hitting yourself!” I would, on that basis, be very careful who I instruct to “grow up.”

Furthermore, it’s a well known fact among reasonable people that loud stereo and/or flashy sportscar = small penis.

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GaWd,

It seems to me that there is a fundamental misunderstanding here. The point that Byzantine and others are trying to make is that You have no right to inflict your music upon them, just as you have no right to inflict your religious views on them or your political views for that matter.

You keep saying that it is your right to listen to whatever music you please. This is true. However, we have the right to NOT listen to whatever music you please. :slight_smile:

Personally, I like any form of music. I have listened to it all at one time or another. However, I realize that other people may not have the same opinions that I do. So, in a manner of speaking, if I played Beethoven’s 9th on my car stereo at maximum volume, it’s no different than if I were to walk up to the side of their car and shout in their ear.

There may not be something illegal about what you are doing, but sooner or later, someone will cause you discomfort with their behavior.

Oh right, Pit time!

I hate you you sanctimonious pig! I hope you are killed in a humiliating accident. May your bowels be doused in gasoline and set ablaze! Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, oh my god leeches!!! :slight_smile:

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hey gawd, seriously, turn your music down at the stoplights, you are infringing on others rights

i love loud music, and will crank it on the freeway etc. but in populated areas, including stoplights in major intersections i turn the music down, no one wants to hear it

“it’s a public place, so i can do what i want”, ok so next time you pull up next to me at a stoplight, im going to get out of my car, and fart into your open window, after all it is a public place

but gawd i do agree with you on people generalizing everything, you could be the most honorable, kindest, honest person on the planet but because someone doesn’t like the car you drive, the clothes you wear, your haircut, etc. they label you a drug dealing, law breaking, worthless scum,

they act all selfrighteous when it comes to other people but god forbid they ever take a hard look at their own arrogant, racist, homophobic selves

so gawd, express yourself, just dont infringe on others rights, if you paint an ugly picture, i can turn away, but there is no escaping someones loud music at stoplights

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Sorry, there’s no sound ordnance in San Jose. None, Zer0, zilch.

And, sorry we don’t steal people’s property in California.

THat’s the only thing I found of merit to answer to in that wave of posts.

-Sam

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Well GaWd, thanks for sharing your sparkling personality with us. Since you’re so determined not to change your ways until somebody makes you, I find it real damn easy to hope you meet that special someone real soon, who’ll help show you exactly where to put your fine sound system, your CD case and your fucked up attitude (if they can wedge 'em all in there with your head in the way).

Have fun growing up, Peter Pan. Just remember, the longer you wait the more pathetic you become.

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True story:

I’m at a stoplight with my 2 month old daughter (read: I haven’t slept in two months) and 7 year old son. Some brain-dead HORSE’S ASS pulls up next to me, stereo thumping. My car windows are vibrating, and of course the noise startles the baby, who begins screaming at the top of her lungs. Meanwhile my son has heard a snippet of the “lyrics” (snort); something along the lines of “bitch-slap the nigger-bitch-hos, kill’em all!” or whatever vile obscenities are passing for rap lyrics these days. “What’s that supposed to mean, Mom?” he asks me. I pull into the nearest parking space, spend 20 minutes calming the baby down, another 15 minutes threatening to feed my son a bar of soap if he doesn’t stop “singing” what he’s heard, and wind up being late to the baby’s doctor appointment. If I could have caught that son of a bitch, that stereo would have gone down in the record books as the world’s biggest suppository. So tell me, Gawd, how exactly was I supposed to “ignore” all this?