To All Milksops with Loud Car Stereos

The BBQ Pit
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Okay, maybe you’ve been ear fucked too many times too hard by grossly untalented pseudo-musicians to realize you’re blasting the car stereo and I’m just being insensitive to the physical and psychological damage done to your beatific inner child by pointing out that your GODDAMN STERO IS PLAYING WAY TO MOTHERFUCKING LOUD. Okay, maybe you’re almost deaf and I’m just being insensitive to your handicap, but when the car shakes from the thumping of the speakers your GODDAMN STERO IS PLAYING WAY TO MOTHERFUCKING LOUD.

Do you really imagine that anybody besides yourself wants to hear that noise at top volume? Did a bully in the schoolyard bugger you silly and wreck your self-esteem so now the only way to establish a sense of identity is to blare bad music and show the public you have absolute no aesthetic discrimination whatsoever?

Oh wait! Let me guess. You’re rebelling. I should have known better. I’m so sorry for ranting, I was just being insensitive to your prepubescent heart yearning for non-conformity and recognition. By blasting your car stereo at top volume you’re really asserting your individuality with gusto and finesse. You’re shouting to the world, “Hey, look at me! I’m defying the tyrannical status quo by forcing everybody to hear my musical preferences. I’m really a fucking cool dude, aren’t I?”

I guess you guys with stereos blasting truly are the cool ones in society. I’ve seen the * Light.* Loud, dumb, gonad-thrashing guitar, and diarrhea mouthed vocals is the best music. Thanks for sharing. I was about to call you all milksops running for the comfort of your mothers’ teats.

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Now, now, Pyrrho -

Don’t you know that their parent(s) taught them that it’s good to share?

They’re just trying to be good.

I guess Mummy and Daddy just forgot to mention that it’s only good to share when someone else wants what you have…

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Can I get an AMEN!!!

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No, they’re just stupid. And have small penises.

Add to those morons the guy who not only drove into my cul de sac the other night at 12:30 am with his stereo blaring, but honked his horn repeatedly, evidently ‘cause his girlfriend wasn’t waiting at the door for him, and he was too lazy to get out. Never mind that the entire neighborhood is asleep and has work in the morning - mommy and daddy must be away or something, and his bitch isn’t right there at the door, so she bettah get to steppin’!

:rolleyes: I came this close to calling the police, 'cause I didn’t feel like going out into the cold night air in my jammies.

Esprix

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A-fuckin’-men!

When your stereo is so loud I can feel the bass line humming through my steering wheel it’s TOO FUCKING LOUD!

When my son tells me his ears hurt when you’re behind me at a light with your windows up but your bass line is hurting our ears, it’s TOO FUCKING LOUD! Okay, Captain Asshole?

God, I hate living in a college town sometimes. Yes, I’m well aware that all college students aren’t like that because, well, I am a college student. But the worst offenders I’ve seen are college students, usually frat boys in way too nice cars that Daddy bought for them and who have highly questionable taste in music. If I wanted to hear gangsta rap, I’d buy it.

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Oh, sorry. I forgot the most important part of my post:

:rolleyes:

Frankly, people like that ought to be shot. Or something (not that I’d actually advocate violence or anything - maybe they should just be forced to listen to Perry Como or Showtunes at the volumes they prefer.)

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You get another resounding (but suitably quiet, of course) AMEN from me!

If your freaking car stereo is making my apartment windows rattle when both your car windows and my apartment windows are closed, then you’re playing the damn thing too loud!

Interesting thing, though, is that if the automobile is making so much noise as to be heard fifty feet away, you can be ticketed.

There’s justice, though. Those morons blasting the car stereos are inflicting tininitus (sp?) on themselves. Oh, and they’re inflicting it on their passengers, too.

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So this past weekend, I’m out working in the yard. I can’t work in the garage, it being taken over by cats, as pointed out in a previous, but completely underappreciated rant. So, I’m out in the yard digging and delving when I sense a vibration, like distant artillery fire-- boom, boom, thud, boom, boom, thud. I look up. I see nothing. From my place I can see a half mile one way and nearly a mile the other way. Now I can hear it as well as sense it–boom, boom, thud. A car crests the ridge a mile to the North. Boom, boom, thud. As the car gets closer the sound gets stronger. BOOM, BOOM, THUD. As the car goes past the leaves on the trees quiver. Ripples appear in the stock tank. The goat flees. The kittens run for their mother. Shingles on the barn roof start to flap. BOOM, BOOM, THUD.

How in Hell does anyone live in the same car with this racket? Why is this not a public nuisance? Why can’t I practice skeet shooting on these people?

Amen. Amen. Amen.

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And why is it always rap, or some cheesy crap rock?

Why, oh WHY, if you have to blast it, can you not blast some Rimsky-Korsakov?

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At least if the creep is in a car, he will probably go away soon. We were recently terrorized by our neighbors across the street; fortunately they did eventually go away, but not soon enough to prevent permanent damage to my nervous system.

The house is a duplex in disrepair, owned by a guy who moved to Colorado several years ago. The owner has some relative in town who is supposed to be managing this property. She is not doing a good job.

So, these freakish young boys moved in, the sort of penisless little cretins who enjoy flaunting their imaginary studliness by wearing crotch-hanging pants that expose the majority of their underwear. I don’t believe they had any actual furniture other than discarded pizza boxes, but they certainly had a powerful stereo.

I do not live next door. Between their house and mine lies their small front yard, the wide street, then a goodish expanse of our yard because we have a double lot. Nevertheless, their rap music was loud enough to rattle every window in my house. They played it from ten in the morning to ten at night, every day sometimes augmented by interpretive dance, sometimes mingled with loud obscenities. Bear in mind, here, that I make my living by taking care of elderly people in my home. One of my elderly people is nearly stone-deaf, but even he was so disturbed by the racket and vibrations that he had frequent panic attacks and needed to be medicated to calm him enough so he wouldn’t quit breathing.

We called the police on many occasions, but there was nothing they could do: as long as the “music” occurs after 7 am and before 10 pm, no dice. Several times, cops who were just in the neighborhood sought out the source of the hideous, earthquake-inducing vibrations and asked them to turn down the volume. As soon as the cop turned the corner, they’d simply turn the “music” back on, a few decibels louder.

We called the property “manager”; she told us to call the police because there was nothing she could do. (?)

I am going to buy that duplex to ensure that no one like that ever lives that close to me again. Those little boys are damned lucky they moved out when they did, because I was teetering on the edge of inflicting severe pain on them. Perry Como, for example.

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Havin a loud car stereo doesn’t make you a jerk. I got one, and I’m the picture of perfection. Not using your ATT (attenuate) at stop lights, in neighborhoods, and at night makes you a jerk. ATT is present on 99% of stereos and instantly cuts the volume to about 1/4 it’s original level. I have a Kenwood in-dash MP3 player, Alpine V12 5-channel amp, MB Quart eight piece components (2 crossovers, 2 1" tweets, 2 4" mids, 2 6" mid-woofers) and a JL12w3 sub, but you wouldn’t know that even if I were sitting next to you at a stoplight at 75% it’s peak volume. The reason for this is simple: A smart car stereo builder insulates his vehicle against sound leak because the better insulated the vehicle is, the better it will sound and the easier it retains volume. Only morons with ghetto-ass rides thump and pop and bang all over the place. The people who actually know what they’re doing can’t be heard from more than a foot or two away. :slight_smile:

–Tim

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It’s really fun to blare NPR with the windows down while driving around town. People give you the funniest looks.

It makes me mad when I see one of those “make the ground vibrate” cars. I’d like to switch hearing with one of those jokers for a bit while they still have it.

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Nah. Just find their favorite CD or track and force them to listen to it. Continuously. 24 hours a day. For two or three weeks.

And if that’s “cruel and unusual”, that’s even better.

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Actually a lot of them use very good ear plugs.

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Honestly, I grab whatever country or classical cd I have at hand and jam that whenever met sidelong by one of these fucksticks.

A couple of weeks ago I was pumping gas and this jackass had his car rattling for the whole metro area to enjoy. Mind you, his lady-friend, or the woman he had drugged and stuffed in his front seat, whichever, was sitting there looking somewhat distressed but obviously didn’t want to impugn this guys manhood by asking to, maybe, turn it down a touch. So he fills his tank, goes inside and pays, strolling with his pants belted just about at his knees (and yes, he stereo is still going at full blast while he’s inside.) As he is coming out of the store, a cop makes the turn and starts making his way into the gas station. Sure enough, this cat hikes up his shit, does a jog to his car, gets in and POOF, someone finally figured out how to work the volume!

I really wish I had a shitty car sometimes so I could “lose control” and smash the shit out loud fuckers like that.
“Whoops, the resonance must had knocked something loose in my car, I couldn’t turn or slow down. Shame.”

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I do like to listen to my stereo rather loud as well, but there has to be some courtesy to it…

My Aiwa MP3 player also has a mute button on it to can the volume. I use it at all stop lights, and I turn the volume down as soon as I get off the main streets…

So its not about the stereo, its about courtesy when listening to it

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I HATE these assholes! I’ve been subjected to far, far too many of them, and several haven’t even been near campus. I’ve had to sit at so many red lights next to ground-thumpers lately that they’re giving me a major headache.

I did indulge in a bit of guilty retaliation once, though. I say guilty because it was in a dormitory with a captive audience, not on the road. This bonehead was playing horrid music into the courtyard so loud that the entire dormitory could hear it. I was so fed up with people doing this as much in the dorm as on the road that I grabbed my CD of Blue Man Group, turned up my computer’s speakers, upped the subwoofer, and blew out the windows. I’m sure nobody was very happy that there were two jackasses in the dorm, but damn it, anything was better than that dreck!

…Er. Eh-heh. I submit myself for punishment for stooping to their level. Bring on the whips. Please?

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SOP for me when meeting one of the ghetto blasters is to roll down my windows, open teh sunroof and turn Hank Williams III up to full volume. That boy’s voice can pierce bulletproof jackets. :smiley:

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I’m printing this out and handing it to my bf. The second we get into a car together its an instant stereo fight. I sing, and have for a long time. Very sensitive ears. I don’t care what you play (other than ICP, I use what veto power I have and any sneaky manipulations I can to get that shit off) just play it at a volume that isn’t painful for me.

Down, down, turn it down…

Of course, I find it very entertaining when the guy across the street is playing Bach at similar levels. (When he does yard work he cranks his fine stereo to good classical stuff. Yea!)

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Those bastards need an unlibricated boot shoved straight up the ass… sideways. Don’t get me wrong you can buy all that shit to have a loud stereo just don’t be a fucking nuisance. Myself when I did have a semi-loud stereo system I only turned it up (mind you 1/2 to 3/4 all the way up) when I was on the highway and I was by myself. I hate being in cars alone and I need something that can help occupy me. Listening to loud music drowns out the freakiness I feel while driving alone. With that said yup these guys are asses.