Mind you if that made you angry, try this from an enviro-nutcase in Vancouver:
"At the crest of the Burrard Bridge's sidewalk, where I stand, the cars roar by, each and every one of them going over the speed limit. To view them from the perspective of a pedestrian is to be struck by a couple of things. One is the sense of a car's mass, which is frightening; the other is the sense of one's own vulnerability in relation to it, which is even more frightening. The cars hurtle.
This, too: Almost every car contains only a driver. Car commuters (of which I am often one) may prefer not to see it in such terms, but the power and sense of entitlement a car confers is a political act, especially in an age of global warming, where every car trip is an incremental crime against nature.
This is the commuter's secret thrill -- the speed and ease and selfishness of a car -- because necessity very often has little to do with it.
Most people drive not because they must, since there are other ways to get around, but because they want to. The bridge doesn't just carry traffic, it carries addicts."
http://www.vancouversun.com/travel/Chaos+Mayhem+World+Know+Would+That+Such+Thing/1781459/story.html
You're all criminal addicts!!!
[size=16]WTF?[/size]
........if I wasn't in such an introspective mood at the moment I'd put 15 rounds through this screen 
The incredible thing is a lot of people have subscribed to this sort of guff only to eject it from the pit of their self-satisfied and oh so corrrectly fed stomachs in the hope of drenching the remainder of us with the bile they so readily carry.
Just 15 rounds? You're losing it, Zulu!
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