To the fuckbucket reading his paper on the expressway this morning:

Maybe you didn’t like it when I honked at you, but while you were reading your sports section, three cars cut ahead of you in the space you left between you and the car ahead of you. This happened four or five times before I was able to get out from behind you.

I drive the same miserable chunk of tollway as you, I see you driving your fuckbucketmobile almost every day. You’re so tied up in whatever the fuck you absolutely must read in that newspaper, you regularly leave half a mile of space between you and the car ahead of you. Then to compound your ignorance, you spend the rest of your commute gaping and gawking at everything on the road

Here’s a few little pointers that might help you get your finger out of the sports section and move it a little closer to the clue button:

Those guys working on the side of the road? They’re fucking construction workers. They’re here every year. They all pretty much look the same, big burly guys with sun-browned skin and jeans, bright orange vests. Nothing has changed about the look in 100 years, except they sometimes have women holding flags. They are doing their fucking jobs, do yours. Stop gawking at them and drive.

Those funny sawhorse things on the side of the road? they’re safety markers. Oh, sometimes they are big orange barrel shaped things, sometimes just little orange cones, sometimes they have lights which flash, sometimes they don’t, sometimes the lights are there but the batteries are burned out so they no longer flash. At no time are they likely to jump out in front of your car and sacrifice themselves in the great warning marker revolution. Though if they did they’d be exhibiting more intelligence than you. So you don’t have to drive at 15 miles per hour. Nor do you need to allow 15 feet between you and them.

That driver alongside the road with his/her hood up, tire flat, whatever? they’re in trouble. Unless you intend to stop and help, DON’T come to a near fucking stop gawking at the incident. This is almost a guaranteed way of being the NEXT idiot in an accident. From the looks of the fuckbucketmobile, this has already happened to you several times.
And those cars with flashing lights and sirens? Those are police officers’ cars. They are trying to do their jobs. Let them. Respect the space they occupy by changing lanes and getting out of their way if you can. They do a thankless job for not much pay, cut them some fucking slack, you brain dead lump of twice digested gorilla shit. And Oh, by the way, they have ALREADY CAUGHT THEIR SPEEDER- they will be busy for at least a few moments, you don’t have to slow down to 45 MPH. As an aside: Some of the police cars don’t look like police cars used to, but they really are just regular cars. I am willing to bet that they aren’t “Transformers”, waiting for your approach to turn into giant mechanical monsters who will pluck you out of your fuckbucketmobile and pile drive your vacuous head into the hot asphalt time and time again, as much as it might please the rest of us.

The left lane of the expressway? it’s called the FAST LANE. that means people go FAST in it. If you’re going to go SLOW, keep to the right. In some places, there are even signs which read “slower traffic keep right”. I presume you can read, you’re slowing us all down with a newspaper, remember?

And last but not least, if you must read the fucking paper, pull off the road. Read it at work. Read it at home. Or listen to the radio. You are clearly not possessed of sufficient intelligence to read and drive at once.

Maybe you’ve noticed the people you’re pissing off, because dozens of people honk at you each week, I see and hear them.

Maybe you realize that YOU ARE THE REASON for the congestion the rest of us face every morning. But probably not.

Or maybe you enjoy being part of the fraternity of morons that all drive like you, the hundreds of idiots I see every day reading, carefully stirring their Starbucks as they yap on their non-handsfree cellphones and drive 20 MPH slower than the balance of the traffic. I doubt it, though, because that awareness assumes a level of intelligence which is clearly beyond you.
So until you drop the newspaper and pay full attention to your driving every single day, I have a few things I must say:

Fuck you.
Fuck your car.
Fuck the people you like.
Fuck the people who like you.
Fuck the manufacturer of your fuckbucketmobile.
Fuck the barber who cuts what’s left of your hair.
Fuck the people who brought you into this unsuspecting world.
Fuck the genes that you are passing on to junior fuckbuckets.
Fuck the publisher of the fuckbucket gazette with which you torture thousands of people every day as they try to get to work on time.
Fuck the pimply faced asshole who pours you your double mocha frappuchino latte each morning.
Fuck the people who made your dishwasher.
Fuck the company who built your house.
Fuck the tires you drive to work on.
Fuck the third world sweatshop workers who sew the sans-a-belt slacks you wear to work every day.
Fuck the wal-mart where you buy your BVD’s.
Fuck the cow that makes the milk you have on your cornflakes every morning.
Fuck the cornflakes.
And the bowl.
And shove the spoon up your ass while you’re at it.
Fuck all the people you work with.
Fuck the company you work for.
Fuck every sheep that ever gave wool to make you a sweater.
Fuck all the shepherds who tend those sheep.
Fuck all the people in your hometown.
Fuck the dogs of all the people who live in your hometown.
If I missed anyone important, well, fuck them as well.
b.

:smiley:

Amen.

I have nothing to add. I think you covered it all pretty well.

Excellent rant! I must say I really liked the phrase:

I dunno, Airman, for once I must disagree with you. I found the O.P. to be strangely devoid of specifics. :eek:

<cackle>

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( I was gonna launch into some fucking self-righteous ambulance emt rant about how mindnumbingly STUUUUPID it is to try to read a paper at 65 mph, but what’s the point? )

Sigh… um, what? I’m sorry, what were you saying again?

Just so you know, those guys can be pretty distracting. Some of them are a downright safety hazard, and shouldn’t be allowed near a freeway, or any other area where people are operating heavy machinery. I won’t slow down to gawk at accidents, traffic cops, alien landings or the Paul Schaeffer Orchestra, but those burly, bejeaned construction workers are gonna be the death of me.

Nice rant, though.

you forgot to mention the horse he rode in on…

I liked this rant, especially the way it builds into a crescendo of hatred at the end. I don’t like to hand good ratings out like candy, but this rant had a beat I could dance to. 10.0!

I was caught in traffic behind many fuckbucketmobiles yesterday as I struggled to drive to Grand Rapids in time for a concert. I forgot that a) it’s ornage cone season in Michigan, and b) the entire fucking lower peninsula was scheduled to head Up North via US 23 and I-96. I guess “orange barrel” is the International Fuckbucket Symbol for “come to a screeching fucking halt even though there are no construction workers present and the barrels are on the far edge of the goddamned shoulder” because that’s what this motley assortment of vehicular assclowns was doing. I made it to the concert on time (yay Bobs!), but I still wish pain upon everyone who stood in my way.

You forgot: ‘Fuck the driving instructor that taught you to drive’, and ‘Fuck the examiner that granted you a license to drive’.

Other than that, very nice rant.

I must also chime in with a BRAVO for this rant. Strikes a chord. I delight in explaining my “shooting offense” theory to passengers in my car when I’m exposed to similar situations.

It goes like this:

There is little more frustrating than shuffling along the highway at a walking pace for twenty minutes, only to find traffic suddenly part like the Red Sea for Moses as you pass the stopped car/accident/cop/whatever. This is nearly universal to humanity (I’ve experienced it on both sides of the Atlantic, and in many, many cities in North America). There is a painful but effective solution: make ‘gawking’ a shooting offense. Have a special team of sharp-shooters (OPP here, state troopers/provincial police/RCMP, etc. elsewhere) who’s job it is to show up to an accident scene at the same time as the investigating officers. The sharp-shooters set up a special blind, and begin picking off violators of the new “no gawking” legislation (any motorist who slows down more than is necessary for safety). The carnage would be huge at first, of course, but talk about effective negative conditioning!

Okay, so it’s something of an over-reaction. But it makes those comutes much easier to cope with. Sigh.

Drivers like this are why I should never be granted superpowers.

A special thank you to the audience tonight.

A special thank you also to the academy, oh, wait, sorry. Thanks to Thea, for reminding me about the horse.
Thanks to Tranq, for reminding me of the instructor and examiner. All important people who deserve not to be left out.

[bowing] Thank you all again[/bowing]

b.

P.S. [volunteering to be the first gawk-sniper]pick ME! pick ME![/volunteering to be the first gawk-sniper]

Hey, Billy? Can I sit next to you at the party after the party after? :wink:

Cartooniverse, who brings his own Dom.

One less fuckbucket:

That’s one for the Darwin Files…
[sup]Authorities wish you to believe it’s an accident. It’s actually a covert experiment to test a new program for raising the national IQ.[/sup]

In an astonishing quirk of fate, he had tomorrow’s newspaper with him, just like that handsome young drink of water from “Eary Edition”.

The headline, now permanently imprinted on his sternum?

:rolleyes: What’s lucky here? It’s lucky that he did not take out someone else with his selfish stupidity.

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I’d consider it a privelege. But don’t you think you’d better ask your own Dom first? otherwise doesn’t it become one of those “Mom said I could” things?

I really like the bit about the headline,Dipwad being one of my personal favorite epithets.

Now having garnered the approval of the cream of the SDMB crop, if I could just get Fenris to come in and sound off my life would be full.

b.

You know, if this guy is reading the paper every morning, it seems like it would be pretty easy to hit *SP on your (handsfree?) cell phone and drop a dime on his ass. I’m sure the State Police love to see people driving down the road reading the sports section.

Does this work? How about in the Chicagoland area? I’ve never tried that. I do use my (yes, handsfree)phone to report anyone driving like a fuckbucket who has a number posted on their truck/car/van whatever.

FWIW, I also call and commend people when they drive with courtesy. I actually try to make one “good” call for every “bad” call I feel I must make.

b.

Beautiful. That’s not irony; it’s not poetic justice…what would you call it?

Oh, man am I laughing here. Billy, TELL ME you’re just fucking with my head here. I meant, I bring my own Dom Perignon. :smiley: – NOT my own friend Dominick.

They could hear the whip snap as far away as Buffalo Grove…

<----wiping away tears. You slay me, William.
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