Contrary to popular belief, I know. But really, when the days are over, I don’t really want to see anyone get severely hurt or anything.
I’m in a pretty upset mood tonight, and not because the Braves got owned like slavery were legal again, anything work-related, or something trite like that. I’m upset because I saw a person on the road whom while in front of me, I witnessed as they applied their brakes, and took great care and effort into running over a dead animal on the road.
Honestly, if it were a squirrel or possum, or another common varmint-type of animal, I would have been disturbed by the careful effort in running it over, but the size and fur color of the already-dead roadkill was most definitely a dog. And the fact that this piece of shit deliberately ran it over, bothered me immensely. Even he had to know based on the size of the roadkill, that this was no common rodent. But this waste of human space slowed down, leading me to believe that he was going to turn left or something coming up, but then I saw as he veered slightly, before seeing the carcass being flung upward a few inches after the impact. I winced as I passed it between my tires, and watched as this asshole in the Yukon proceeded forward.
On the five mile stretch of road that leads to the next byway, I really wanted to pass this asshole, so I could get a glimpse of what a genuine low-life degenerate looked like. I caught a brief glimpse in his rear view mirror before we got onto the stretch, and it looked like some white trash piece of shit, but the fancy Yukon leads to believe some civility in his background. But this motherfucking slime was driving sort of erratically, and I couldn’t quite tell if the dickface was inebriated, intoxicated, or just plain stupid. Probably all of the above, but for all intents and purposes, I couldn’t get around this piece of shit because opposing traffic just happened to show up at just the right times, preventing me from getting my passing routes.
However, the puke ended up turning off before I would imagined we would have gone separate ways, and I got to see the face of some piece of trash with a backward hat, and a cigarette lazily hanging down from his lip. A piece of me wanted to follow him into the gas station parking lot where he ended up, and simply asked him if he hit that dog carcass on purpose, and naturally, if he was a fucking retard. But that would be doing retards a disservice being compared to this piece of shit, because he’s way beneath everything else, clearly.
The irony is that his likely borrowed Yukon had a Choose Life plate on it. If it were up to me, I’d choose that he crashes the Yukon on the way back to where he came from, and that some wild dogs or other wild life desecrate his carcass, because shit like this asshole really don’t deserve to live on any world I’d have control over.
