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people A word on rich fucking assholes in big trucks.
by GFDman
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(mike at godfuckingdamnit point com) on Mar 9, 2004 01:40:57 AM

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You know, I don't even know where to start here, as this particular rant has been building up for quite a while. Perhaps it can all be summed up with one photograph...
The scene below is what any given parking lot on any given night looks like in my current home town of Hockessin, Delaware.

I realize that the photo is a bit dark, so, if you don't already get it, click on it and look at the larger version ... what I'm getting at should eventually dawn on you.

What you're looking at is a parking lot full of Big Fucking Trucks (tm). If you're not familiar with Delaware, you may be thinking "WOW, WITH ALL OF THEM THERE TRUCKS, YOU MUST LIVE UP IN THE MOUNTAINS OR SOMETHING." ... Hm. Well, lets pull out the old Geography book and clear that one up.

Delaware is sometimes called the Diamond State, a reference to its small size but relative wealth. With the Delaware River and Bay along its entire eastern edge, no place in the narrow state is far from water.

Many small rivers flow across the state, some flowing E to the Delaware, others W across Maryland to the Chesapeake. In the north the Christina and Brandywine flow into the Delaware; in the south the Nanticoke flows SW to Chesapeake Bay. The land is low-lying, from sand dunes in the south to rolling hills on the Pennsylvania border in the north; the average elevation is c.60 ft (18 m), and the highest point, NW of Wilmington on the Pennsylvania border, is only 440 ft (134 m). The capital is Dover , and the only large city is Wilmington .

So what important facts have we learned?

A.) There's sand dunes on Delaware's south beaches (Ha! No beach has those weird things. Better buy a dune buggy.)
B.) There's some hills in Pennsylvania. ...But, oh, wait. This is Delaware. Shit.
C.) (And Most Importantly!) The vast majority of the land is LOW-LYING.

So, okay. Are you convinced? ... Did my sales pitch work? ... Are you ready to trek on down to the Hummer Dealership?

Jesus Fucking Christ.

Yes, surprise surprise, I live in yet another sad utopia for ignorant rich fuckers, the same kind that's cookie-cutter stamped lovingly in delicious low-carb dough all around the nation.

For the most part, I have very little reason to complain. I've lived here all of my life, and the handful of intelligent people that I've come across have either already jumped ship, or talk/think about it every god damn day, as I'm sure they will until they finally watch this barren shitburg slowly disappear behind their extended middle finger. ... I need to get out. I know this, and I plan on it. For the moment, however, I'm stuck here, and, well ... Some shit needs to be said. Lots of it, in fact.

But I digress. In regard to "How Much Delaware Is A Piece Of Shit: In General", there's enough tangents I could go off on to fill every byte of the disc that sits in the server that runs this site. Another time. Lets get back to "Fun Facts: Hockessin and the people that inhabit it".

So, these people, they have their trucks, and, let me tell you, they fucking LOVE them. They love drivin'em around at absurdly unsafe speeds, they love parkin' em in those goddamn handy-crapped spots (haha! fuck you, cripple!), shit, they love straight up REPLACIN' those handy-crapped spots with spots marked "Parking Reserved for Expectant Mothers and those with Children" (haha! fuck you, cripple! I'm a lazy, knocked up, white trash piece of shit that doesn't want to walk three extra feet to the super market to pick up my go-gurt! How the fuck else am I gonna have the strength to squeeze the peanut butter out of a fucking plastic bag into my 14 other kids mouths!?) ... I'M NOT KIDDING HERE, FOLKS. THIS IS THE WAY SHIT ACTUALLY IS. So... Oh, crap. Am I going off again? ... Damn. I think you get it. These people are, on a whole, GREAT examples of human beings that I like A LOT.


I get home from work tonight, and, ha ha, look, one of the aforementioned geniuses was flying down our road at 90mph and landed his ass in a ditch right across our street. This pretty much happens every day in some form or another on the road that I live on.

So, dipshit sits out there and spins his wheels for a good half hour, until ... you guessed it ... another truck comes along and pulls him out. Once freed, they both speed off into the night, most likely to repeat the same scenario about 5 minutes down the road.

Hey. Guys. Do you think you could maybe, uh, look at the road? ... You know, put the cell phone down, pay a little less attention to the DVD, stop jacking yourself off, eating that cheeseburger, fingering your asshole, smacking your wife and yelling at your kids for the required amount of time it takes you to drive, oh, the 0.2 miles between "here" and "there" in our little town? ... Thanks!

Yeah. So I'm at home, and, it just so happens that I had been driving my parents car around. Mine had been broken into (See: Yet Another GFD I should have written) and is currently in a shop getting a window replaced. My parents needed the car back, so, they came over to pick it up.

My mom comes in, and sees one of my cats. She leans down and pets her.

"We just saw a cat...", she says. "Up the road. It was laying on the side of the road... It was pure white. It looked up at me... It wouldn't just be laying there. It must be hurt."

A few thoughts shot through my head. The truck caught in the ditch. The sound of it peeling out as it sped off. Another cat of mine, cheemo, that had disappeared outside over the summer. An utterly countless number of smashed animals I've seen dead on the road.


"Where?", I said. "Up near the stop sign...", she says.

"I'm going.", I said. "No, it's too dark, you'll get hit just like it did!", she says.

I started walking towards the door.

"No! ... I'll drive you!", she says.

As she carefully drove the 0.2 miles between my house and the stop sign, my mom did her best to mentally prepare me for what I was about to she. She knew very well what she had seen, and she also knows better than anyone the fragility of my heart. "Michael, there's nothing you can do, you know. ... I should have known not to tell you ... What are you going to do? Mi..." ... She slowly came around a bend in the road, and I saw it. "Oh my god. Oh, no, no, no, no, no", I said.


Have you ever seen a dying animal before? There's a look in their eyes. It's something I'm having trouble putting into words. It's ... "I don't understand... I don't understand..."

As we turned that corner and I saw it, that look ... that feeling ... saturated me. She was flailing around there on the side of the road, her hind legs completely smashed. Blood, torn bones, and pavement sickeningly contrasted against her white fur. "I don't understand... I don't understand... why don't my legs work? what's happened?" ... I know this feeling. I myself was hit by a car at 7 years old, my left leg smashed, and was pretty much left for dead. I remember regaining conciousness ... trying to stand up, only to find that I, somehow, was broken. There is nothing more I can say to you to try and explain how that feels.

Anger. Utter fucking disgust. Shame on you horrible fucking pricks. Fucking shame on every last one of you.

I jumped out of the car. "What are you doing!?", said my mom.

"I'm going into the neighborhood here to find the owner."

"BUT IT'S 10 O'CLOCK AT NIGHT!!!", she yelled.

"I DON'T CARE!" ...

But I considered that statement as I ran up the driveway of the first house I saw with a light on. Here I am, in a rich, white, suburban neighborhood, a stranger ... knocking on people's doors, at 10pm. ... Will they even answer the door? ... Will they shoot me? ... Christ, I'm only trying to help.

This is the world that we live in.

I knocked on the door. Sure enough, a minute or so later an all-too-cautious looking white man opened the door oh-so-slightly.

"Do you have a white cat?", I said. "No...", he said ... I explained. He seemed confused as to why I gave a shit, but nonetheless directed me towards a house across the street. "Thank You.", I said. "I'm sorry for bothering you."

I ran across the street as fast as I could. My mom had pulled into the neighborhood, and I briefly heard her flipping out talking to my stepdad, who had also pulled in to find out what the hell I was doing.

I ring the doorbell. A teenage girl peers out the thick glass, furls her face up in confusion, and reluctantly opens the door.

"Yes?", she said.

"Do you have a white cat...?", I said.

As she started to nod, things seemed to slow down for a moment. It occured to me what I had to tell her. I imagined myself in her position. ... My heart sank lower.

"The ... road... out ... on the road..." ... I couldn't find a way to say it. She knew, though, Immediately. She started to scream. She ran back into the house. Her father ran out, protectively, hearing only his daughter screaming, and seeing only a stranger standing at his door. For a moment, I thought he was going to hit me. "YOUR CAT, YOUR CAT! OUT ON THE ROAD!" I said. He seemed to snap out out of it. The mother ran up the stairs. Before I knew it, I was leading them all down the driveway. My mom, trying to help, offered to drive them back out to the road. Once again, only a stranger was recognized. They refused.

We ran towards the road. The daughter continued to cry. The mother had a look of concern that seemed like it was probably the expression that spent the most time on her face. The father remained silent. I've never met this family before, but I feel like I know them.

The cat comes into view. the daughter screams. the mother calls for the cat. the cat recognizes the voice. she cries. In what is one of the saddest motions i've ever seen, she hoists herself up and runs across the road with her two front legs, her utterly broken hind quarters dragging limply on the pavement. the mother tries her best to pick her up without causing pain. she cries. she cradles her like a baby. the family runs with her together back towards the house, not saying a word to me or my parents. and, just like that, they were gone.

My mom drives me back home. As all good mothers do, she searched for words to try and make it all better. "That cat would have died right there on the road if you hadn't done that." ... but I didn't feel any better. Why did that have to happen? What had I just seen? What the FUCK is wrong with people? For that matter, quite possibly, what the fuck is wrong with me? ... "Thank you.", I said, and I got out of the car.

The only thing I could do at that point is something I often find myself doing ... Sitting alone, in my room, hugging one of my cats, and trying to think of nothing else other than that hug.


Get well soon.

[ Comment on this story ]

    I have a similar situation in a town near me....
    by NATO Boy(
    gfd messages
    on Mar 9, 2004 06:31:16 AM
    ....except a little different. Instead of just rich people with trucks, it's mostly kids of rich people driving leased trucks. Most of these kids get in accidents during high school (and coincidently are either drunk or stoned, and/or they they are a member of a hockey team. These same fuckers cause these accidents and don't blink an eye because their parents pay for their lease and their insurance (whereas the kids pay for gas....and that's it.) Some of these asshole kids died after causing stupid accidents (and because of it, have a memorial fountain in the town square.) It's makes me sick to think of who I might possibly sharing the roads with after getting my license this summer. UGHH!
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    In fact...
    by NATO Boy(
    gfd messages
    on Mar 9, 2004 06:37:18 AM
    One of our potential valecdictorians (if I'm spelling correctly) was involved with an accident with one of these fuckers. They had a truck and he had a Volkswagen Golf (he had no fucking chance.) As of today he still is paralysed and confined to hospital after 2 years. It makes me sick....
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    Jesus. thumbs up
    by TheChisa(come@me.bro)
    gfd messages
    on Mar 9, 2004 07:42:10 AM


    Stories like this are why we need an emergency "11" vote slot.
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    ... heartheart
    by zaxon(huk~)
    gfd messagesMSN
    on Mar 9, 2004 01:00:45 PM
    Reading this story was like having a giant magnet pull together all the little bits of similar grief i've ever felt in my life, compact it all into a giant fist, and punch me square in the ribs with it.

    It also reminded me that I need to keep a switchblade on me for the next time I see the jeep at school with the "LOST YOUR CAT? LOOK UNDER MY TIRES." bumper sticker.
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    I have the same situation around me
    by Spanker(
    gfd messagesAIM
    on Mar 9, 2004 01:03:25 PM
    With the facatic cars and things. However, one of my cats when I was little was hit by a car. Back leg, was broken. Limped about half a mile back home on a broken leg. Considering I'm not always the biggest fan of cats, they definitely seem to be persistent and relatively rugged little guys.
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    by bean
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    on Mar 9, 2004 02:21:06 PM
    You made me cry.

    I'll be spending the rest of the day playing with my kitties.
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    It's a fantastic post
    by GMFTatsujin(Ask and ye shall receive)
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    on Mar 9, 2004 07:14:16 PM
    Proving once again your undisputed mastery.

    This kind of story stops my heart and makes me glad I've got a soul. Ya done good.
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    frownie face
    by Gribble
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    on Mar 9, 2004 08:05:35 PM
    my kitty is going to get a handful of catnip when i get home tonight.
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    Thank you
    by SlickyPink(
    gfd messagesAIM
    on Mar 9, 2004 09:47:53 PM
    nintariman. If that had been my kitty, I would have wanted you to come to my door. I probably wouldn't have been able to thank you then, but I would have been grateful for the opportunity to TRY to get to the emergency vet clinic, or to at least be there when my kitty died. Please try to imagine that that kitty is ok. Last year, about when I got my tax refund, one of my mom's cats (she was actually still a kitten) got hit by a car. My mom called me; the cat had dragged herself back into the house, using only her two front paws. She was going into shock. We ran to the emergency vet clinic and they got her stabilized. Then we got the pin for her hips -- they weren't crushed, but her hips had snapped from where they're anchored to her spine. She can't jump very well anymore, but she's mobile and alive. That's where last year's tax refund went -- and it didn't merit a GFD -- because I would do it again without thinking. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for caring about that cat and for caring about the people who love her.
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    I understand
    by JadeRzzk20
    gfd messagesAIMYahoo
    on Mar 9, 2004 10:17:02 PM
    I live on a dirt road, and the kid that lives down the street from me, drives a big, lifted Bronco, with mud tires. The kid is always having parties and getting himself and other people drunk. And all of his friends drive Dodge dulleys or some kind of oversized, loud truck. This goes on, them driving up and down the road into the wee hours of morning, stereos on full blast. And sometimes their parents looking for the kids who are out until the wee hours of morning drive up and down the road. I don't understand what the hell is wrong with these idiots...and I am very thankful that my cats sleep inside.
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    ugh thumbs up
    by hyperform(chris at impulse fish dot net)
    gfd messagesAIM
    on Mar 9, 2004 10:43:48 PM
    there was this prick asshole at my high school who drove a lame ass Jeep. It was one of those "EDDIE BAUER" brand ones or whatever that was green and stupid. He was a dumbass. He would crash it like every month or so into something stupid or another, and his parents were rich as shit and they'd keep fucking buying him a new one. These people were seriously rich. My town was full of morons like that. The absofuckinglutely worst was this dick in my neighborhood who would jump in his oversized SUV and chase you down if you were driving more than 25 and be like "YOU'RE GOING TO KILL THE CHILDREN!" This is the same fucker who tried to kidnap my cat three times and gave it to the humane society.

    What the fuck is up with Avalanches? Those are the worst fucking cars ever. They are ugly as sin. And they are gas guzzling pieces of shit. It's like driving a fucking monster truck to work. And seriously, there is nowhere to "all terrain" in this part of Michigan, or really anywhere in michigan. yet every rich dumb ass yuppie drives one of these stupid fucking cars.

    I think killing cats should be a capital offense.
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    "FREE CAT" thumbs upthumbs downpooppoopmr yuk
    by banuaba(lol@keke.rofl)
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    on Mar 9, 2004 11:41:25 PM
    I always feel a vague hint of satisfaction when I see a cat lying by the side of the road.
    There is little more satisfying than imagining the crumpled little looks on cat-owners faces when they realize that thier irresponsibility has deprived them of the company of widdwe snoogums.
    I feel a little bit bad for the cat, but I don't really like them much to begin with, so that feeling of grief passes, replaced by an almost overwhelming joy.
    If your cat gets run over in the street, it's not the fault of the, what was it? The "ASSHOLE DRIVING THE GIANTIC TRUCK OF DOOM WAY TOO FAST," I think.

    It's not his fault your cat is dead.
    It's YOURS.

    When I owned cats, I treated them the same as I treat my dogs.
    I'm, you know, responsible. I kept them in the house.
    Or on a leash.

    So that they wouldn't get run over. So that death wouldn't be the price that they have to pay for being a stupid widdwe animal.

    I can see the responses to this post now: "HOW WOULD U LIEK IT IF UR DOG GOT RUNNED OVER BY A CAR?"

    I would be very saddened. I would also feel very guilty. Beaucse it's my responsibility to keep the dog alive. And keeping an animal that's too fucking stupid to realize that cars are bad for you (dogs and cats are included in this category) from running out into the road is part of the compact of pet ownership.

    If you let your cat run around outside, and it gets hit by a car and gets its little hind legs crushed (lovely imagery, by the way. That's going to be my finishing move when I jerk off tonight) the only thing you should be thinking as your cat drags its non-functional hindquarters towards you so it can offer a last feline goodbye is: "I am a bad person. I killed my cat. This suffering is my fault, and I deserve nothing more than to have my legs crushed."

    I could yammer on about how cat owners are hypocritical idiots and deserve to nothing less than grief for allowing a supposedly cherished pet to run around in traffic.
    But, I'm not, as zaxon says he wants me to post this so he can post his stinging rebuttal. I will however, say that I love those "EXPECTANT MOTHERS AND PEOPLE WITH CHILDREN" parking spots so very much. They're like handicapped spots, but I can park in them without getting a ticket, and that's just great.

    These are the wages of bad pet ownership.
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      You're right... thumbs upthumbs upcrybaby
      by GFDman(mike at godfuckingdamnit point com)
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      on Mar 10, 2004 12:01:20 AM
      Because Trucks are the "New Animals" now, and THEY roam the wild. Far be it from me to question the established pecking order of modern society. I suppose parents that let their kids play outside unsupervised are at fault when little timmy ends up being scraped out of the grill of an SUV. You're right. That Dude in the SUV was in a hurry, and those stupid ass parents should have known that. They should have had a tracking collar on the kid, carefully monitoring his movements through their barred windows.
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        I know I'm right. poop
        by banuaba(lol@keke.rofl)
        gfd messagesAIM
        on Mar 10, 2004 12:46:07 AM
        Being right is sort of my thing.

        If a child gets run over by a truck, culpability lies with the parents.

        Child shouldn't have been playing in fucking traffic..

        Child should have been supervised, by the parents.

        I know, it's shocking that I should suggest such a radical.. um.. suggestion as "parents should be responsible for thier children," but I'm willing to step out on a limb and give that one a whirl.
        Children should probably play in places where multi-ton chunks of metal don't come flying down the road at 25+ miles per hour.

        If I was ever to have children (god forbid), I'd probably keep an eye on them. You know, not let them play in the fucking road unsupervised.. keep an eye on them while they use the internet.. monitor what sort of tv they watch.
        Back before the great "SHUN RESPONSIBILITY" wars of the late 1990's, those were things that good parents did. But now things are really much better.. drunk driving teens can blame the cops, people who let thier stupid fucking cats roam free can blame the trucks that run them down, and twinkies can be used as a criminal defense.

        Yeah, it really makes me sad when some cat dies.
        I wish it was the owner under them wheels, instead.
        [Reply to this comment]  [Parent]
          Your argument falls short,
          by TheChisa(come@me.bro)
          gfd messages
          on Mar 10, 2004 07:44:28 AM
          because those parents are the same people who are driving the cat-mangling SUVs. Mind you, there was a time when good parents gave a shit about their kids and made sure they were well-suited to stay out of harm's way. When I was 8 I was roaming the streets 2 townships away with my 3rd grade pals. I didn't have such ridiculous freedom because I had bad caretakers; I had VERY GOOD ones who instilled a definite sense of cause and effect into my little noggin, and made sure I knew damn well I was responsible for my own fuckups.

          Nowadays, it's a closed loop of responsibility -- kids blame their parents for not loving them, and parents can't fathom why their kids are all assholes. MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE ASSHOLES LIKE THEM ARE BREEDING IN THE FIRST PLACE.
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            Falls short?
            by banuaba(lol@keke.rofl)
            gfd messagesAIM
            on Mar 10, 2004 12:45:37 PM
            I fail to see how my argument (to sum up the thesis: Be responsible and keep your fucking pets inside, in a yard or on a leash and they won't get run the fuck over) falls short because the same sort of idiot who lets a pet run free tends to be the same sort of idiot who runs over pets.

            Kids, cats or camels, it is just another example of darwinism in action.
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              Look, jackass.
              by TheChisa(come@me.bro)
              gfd messages
              on Mar 10, 2004 01:33:37 PM
              You can't claim evolution kills off unworthy specimens and then blame said specimens for their failures in the same argument. That would be a contradiction.

              [Reply to this comment]  [Parent]
          i see your point here thumbs up
          by raven(duz ur face hurt its killin me)
          gfd messagesAIM
          on Mar 10, 2004 09:47:38 AM
          but at the same time, i think it is definitely the fault of the person who hit the kid or the cat.

          yes parents and owners should pay more attention. but you can't be there all the time. people make the choice to work, to have social lives. no one is at home 24/7.

          kids and animals are stupid - whereas the person behind the wheel usually holds this little thing called a license that supposedly indicates that they are attentive enough to operate a ginormous machine. when they are so busy toking or drinking milwaukee beast that they can't be bothered to be watching the road for critters and chitlins or oncoming cars, they deserve to be punished for manslaughter, or to at least try and help the person or creature they killed/nearly killed. i know two people (one was on a sidewalk and one was in her front yard) who got hit by cars, not in the street. whose fault was that?

          irresponsibility comes from all sides - each case is only slightly different from another. what makes or breaks a person is how they handle themselves when they're in a situation like that. whoever just smashed that cat and kept driving is a sorry excuse for a human being. whoever left nintariman for dead is a sorry excuse for a human being. they're fucking everywhere.
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            I am too retarded to think of a subject poop
            by banuaba(lol@keke.rofl)
            gfd messagesAIM
            on Mar 10, 2004 12:32:40 PM
            I've hit cats, dogs, deer and once, a flock of canadian geese while I was driving.

            I've never stopped to see if they were okay.

            Because I don't fucking care.

            If someone doesn't care about thier pets enough to keep them in the yard or in the house, I'm not going to waste my time scraping some FREE CAT off the road, or even ensuring that it's dead.

            With all the animals I've sent to the great litterbox in the sky, I have done it beacuse I am a responsible driver. Swerving to avoid an animal in the road, particularly a small animal that your car can crush without making you lose control, is a very dangerous proposition. Women and bleeding hearts cause thousands of accidents each year trying to dodge animals, and some of those accidents lead to fatalities for the sort of animals that matter (humans).

            As for the people who got runnt over in the front yard and on the sidewalk, I'm going to have to say "duh, it was the driver's fault".. the road is for CARS. The sidewalk is for PEOPLE. The front yard is for... erm.. whatever the fuck one does with a front yard... in nintari's neighborhood, it's probably for derilect vehicle storage.

            All I'm sayin' is that if cats, dogs and little kids were kept out of the street, I bet the count of squished critters would take a dramatic drop.
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              knock it the hell off gold starheartpoop
              by Skewfield(bean makes me fart)
              gfd messagesAIM
              on Mar 10, 2004 12:49:52 PM
              first of all, WILDLIFE are not pets. secondly, having COMPASSION for creatures that can't come mow you down != irresponsibility. i have cats, and i let them go outside. the cats deserve to go outside, and while there may be danger that some reckless person will smush them, i look out for my neighbors pets and i expect them to do the same. besides, pets that are kept indoors often bolt out of the house one day and straight into the path of an oncoming car. the road in front of my house has a speed limit of 25 miles per hour. people routinely whizz by at 45, despte the fact that there are always cars parked on the street and people walking in the road since there are not sidewalks here. people and animals alike do not tend to "hang out" in the middle of the road. they cross the street. and people in cars should be able to be actively watching for this and SLOW THE FUCK DOWN when it happens. i suspect you are one of the people that fly around, having decided that you are the most important entity on the face of the planet, and you are entitled to do anything you want as long as it doesn't land you in the clink.

              as far as people swerving to avoid animals, did you ever consider that most people have REFLEXES that compel them to attempt to avoid whatever is in the road? you know, boxes falling off trucks, mysterious bags in the road, etc? i'm sure you contientiously steer around these obstacles, but when the thing in the middle of the road happens to be living, it suddenly becomes an issue of whiny hyperliberalism. you can eat shit and die, because i have a news flash for you: you are not the most important person on the planet, and just because you happen to spend a large portion of your time in a steel shell does not make you less vulnerable. i have a novel suggestion: try giving a shit about others, MAYBE they will return the favor.
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              Alright, crybaby
              by GFDman(mike at godfuckingdamnit point com)
              gfd messagesAIM
              on Mar 10, 2004 03:24:51 PM
              Geese? Deer? Pets? ... Alright, bro. I was going to continue with this thread, but it's clear that you're, plain and simple, just a heartless, nihilist prick. Not worth my time.

              I would, however, for the safety of your own teeth, advise that you never run down one of my pets and then tell me that it's my fault. That is all.

              [Reply to this comment]  [Parent]
                Still too retarded to come up with a subject line
                by banuaba(lol@keke.rofl)
                gfd messagesAIM
                on Mar 10, 2004 05:11:42 PM
                Keep your animals out of the road, and I'll refrain from skooshing them.

                Also, making personal threats on the internet is really quite retarded. I mean, seriously.. that's thwack level shit.

                Are you going to tell me how you totally won the kumite champeenship and that you could have been a contender if you wasn't crying about the pretty wittle animals that got runned over by the big bad truck?

                And I'm not a nihilist.

                But I am sort of a heartless prick!
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                  Call a spade a spade
                  by GFDman(mike at godfuckingdamnit point com)
                  gfd messagesAIM
                  on Mar 10, 2004 05:35:28 PM
                  And it wasn't necessarily a threat, rather my frustration at your lack of compassion manifested into some cold shit to say. I apologize. I've been in approximately, oh, "Zero" physical altercations ever instigated by myself, so, you'll have to trust me.

                  I suppose I am a strange beast. Sure, I'll cry over dead animals, but, yeah, if you fuck with anyone i care about, I just might tear your head off and punt it.

                  As TheChisa has pinned it:

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                    Call a spade a spizio
                    by banuaba(lol@keke.rofl)
                    gfd messagesAIM
                    on Mar 10, 2004 05:47:25 PM
                    I've got no problem with doing violence to those who harm people you care about... But idle threats of violence to someone half a continent away are just sort of weak. I was just surprised and a little dissapointed. You've always seemed a little bit more coherent and clever in your insults and rebuttals before.

                    In my defense, the geese thing wasn't my fault.
                    They FLEW across the road.
                    Right into my plow.

                    I almost had a fucking heart attack.
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                      What can I say?
                      by GFDman(mike at godfuckingdamnit point com)
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                      on Mar 10, 2004 05:53:18 PM
                      People tend to get angry and say shit, especially when someone is being unnecessarily inflammatory and insensitive *cough*. ... Whether they act on it or not is another story.

                      Perhaps one day I'll be enlightened enough to just refrain from it, but, that day has yet to come. I'm no Bill Fields.

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                        Oh, and about the geese
                        by GFDman(mike at godfuckingdamnit point com)
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                        on Mar 10, 2004 05:56:55 PM
                        The only animal I've ever hit was a bird that flew directly into the hood of my car. ... Uh, yeah. Suicidal Birds. Not much you can do about that.

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                          Very true.
                          by TheChisa(come@me.bro)
                          gfd messages
                          on Mar 11, 2004 08:53:45 AM
                          I have a hard time feeling sorry for birds that get hit by cars. Those fuckers can walk, swim, run AND fly. Nature has given them every possible survival advantage for getting out of the way.
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                well half gold star
                by raven(duz ur face hurt its killin me)
                gfd messagesAIM
                on Mar 10, 2004 10:02:37 PM
                he wouldn't tell you. he'd just keep driving. this is just a warning to all of us that creatures in the road make creature jerky, pickled in beast. deeeelicious.
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              haha thumbs upthumbs upthumbs up
              by hyperform(chris at impulse fish dot net)
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              on Mar 10, 2004 04:39:00 PM
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              i hope thumbs up
              by celerie
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              on Mar 10, 2004 05:16:19 PM
              you become roadkill in your next life
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              Humans has been superior. Animal no matter.
              by The Rage(
              gfd messages
              on Jun 9, 2010 04:11:41 PM
              >>Women and bleeding hearts cause thousands of accidents each year trying to dodge animals, and some of those accidents lead to fatalities for the sort of animals that matter (humans).

              >>and some of those accidents lead to fatalities for the sort of animals that matter (humans).

              >>for the sort of animals that matter (humans).


              Humans... are the "sort of animals that matter"?!

              I am currently filled with such a rage that can only be described by breaking your fingers off, so you hopefully never can type shit like that again.
              No matter what you think about anonymous internet threats.
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        also thumbs downthumbs downpooppoop
        by banuaba(lol@keke.rofl)
        gfd messagesAIM
        on Mar 10, 2004 03:46:18 AM
        You should have said "Everyone who has a white cat that has 4 intact legs step forward"

        "No, you should step back, because your cat is lying in a pool of blood, with its legs going in several different directions."
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    by celerie
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    on Mar 10, 2004 12:50:28 AM
    i'm glad that you were able to bring her back to her family. you're a kitty angel.
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    aweful feeling.
    by nusschen
    gfd messagesICQ
    on Mar 13, 2004 12:40:04 PM
    sad story, just plain said. :-/
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    REAL set of morons!
    by dougthegreat
    gfd messages
    on Mar 20, 2004 12:38:56 PM
    This was an amazing story... I didn't hardly feel anything in Titanic or Passion of the Christ, but for some reason, reading about that poor cat alongside the road made me emotional.

    I can't believe those bastards. That's why I have one of those tiny X-10 cams in my car, so I can get shit like that on tape and get evidence on cum-guzzling asswipes that drive like fucktards on the road.
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    fuck animals
    by Fuck animals(
    gfd messages
    on Apr 22, 2004 06:45:29 PM
    you fuckin hippies fuck your cats. fuck your dogs. Let the good ole boys hit your pets.....
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    I don't like cats but you're right, because it just as easily could have been a dog
    by CuntBitchOhYeah
    gfd messages
    on Jun 22, 2004 01:36:54 PM
    and I loathe rich assholes just as much as the next CuntBitch, but it's NOT just rich assholes that have big trucks.

    Here in the Bronx, NY, you can be a poor asshole and live on crates and spend your entire monthly income on truck and gas payments. You can tool around on the Grand Concourse in your Escalade with really hot rims and stereo system vibrating GUnit. That's what's up.

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    poor kitty
    by bobby(
    gfd messages
    on Jun 23, 2004 08:32:49 AM
    i hate suv's. they are killing machines.
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    by SinfulThing(
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    on Aug 25, 2004 07:16:41 PM
    I know that this story is a bit old, but in reading it, it stuck a chord in me. I had a similar thing happen to me on Christmas day, 1992. My cat Moses (for more on Moses read my comment in the Kitty Kapture story) was run over by a prick bastard son of a bitch in front of my house on X-mas day 1992 while a crowd of young brothers, sisters, and cousins watched in horror. The shitty thing was that the bastard didn't even have the common courtesy to stop and say anything. Imagine having a 5 year old brother run in crying about the kitty out front, and running out to see what was going on only to see your beloved (but apparently stupid) family pet laying limp in the road with a crowd of young family members on the sidewalk 10 feet from where the cat was in the road. Merry X-mas.

    oops, made myself get all misty eyed. still makes me mad 12 years later. I have actually stopped my car in traffic to let a mother cat carrying a kitten in her mouth finish crossing the street. Then I parked my car and watched for her to try to snag her and her litter so they wouldn't get killed living near the busy intersection. Never saw her again tho.

    Also, check out my story S.U.V. Love for more on my feelings about big trucks.
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      by raven(duz ur face hurt its killin me)
      gfd messagesAIM
      on Aug 27, 2004 09:03:38 AM
      had a dog get run over on christmas eve. had a dog get run over on my birthday too. on my birthday by my aunt, and on christmas eve by some drunk guy who gave us his insurance information. poor doggies.
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    wild and free dunce
    by intrapped(
    gfd messages
    on Aug 29, 2004 03:27:34 PM
    Become aware of the animal kingdom.... listen to the voices of the wild: the roar of the tiger, the belling of the stag, the howl of the wolf; the cries of owls and the tapping of woodpeckers, the whirring of birds' wings, the padding of soft paws.........become one now with the animal kingdom, with the salmon leaping upstream, the fox gliding through the night, or the snake shedding its skin...feel what it is like and what it feels like to creep, walk, climb, run or fly in free motion....

    And now become aware of the human kingdom are standing on two feet ...notice how different that feels: you can stand like a stone, grow like a plant, move like an animal, but you can now create with your mind and your hands and you can sing and dance and dream in your heart and make that dream real upon the earth.

    Increases your appreciation and gratitude for the extraordinary universe we live in and, you will gain a sense of belonging, to the loneliness that often accompanies urban life.

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    by blessed
    gfd messages
    on Sep 2, 2004 09:15:25 PM

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    Big Shitty Clean Trucks........
    by hypostatic(
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    on Jan 5, 2007 08:06:04 PM
    Im from delaware and i understand where you come from but i must add thet while this tiny flat state has all these trucks on the road and no hills to climb on there is no durt or dents on any of them either so there is no excuse that its a work truck..... work trucks get dirty nad dented.....
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