What troubles me most about the way drivers are treated is the feeling we have of being put-upon, of being used as a cash machine when the government runs out of money and of being subjected to inconvenience on our journeys simply because those who set speed limits and decide on traffic light sequences have the power to do so. Some tiny degree of comfort can be obtained from knowing that there might be a good reason for these restrictions and I simply haven't worked out what it is, it gives me a straw to clutch at in the vain hope that I am not being bullied.
Nope, you are being bullied; we are being bullied by the fucking bastards who rule us.
Yes, I said "my car". I earned the money to buy it. I earned a lot more besides but only had a certain amount to spend because I had paid vast sums in income tax and national insurance. I pay to maintain my car, I pay for the petrol, I pay the congestion charge, I pay the road tax, I pay the insurance, I pay to park it. At every stage of that one-way payment procedure government takes a cut. And soon they will want to make it a criminal offence for me to sit in my car and smoke a highly-taxed cigarette or cigar (which I will also have paid for out of taxed income). I feel very put-upon already, goodness knows how I will feel when this new ban comes into effect.
Quite right. It's my fucking car, I've fucking paid for it: now get your long, snooping nose out of my personal property and fuck. Right. Off. You fucking government cunts.
If you want to start telling me what I may or may not do in my car, you statist fuckers, then may I recommend that you start making a contribution to the costs of running said car. Otherwise, fuck off.
And take your stinking "social justice"—a phrase that essentially means "totalitarianism"—and stuff it up your arse, you filthy cunts.
Now, where the fuck is my cockroach-sharpener...?