Drive

Although 2013 was the lowest figure since records began in 1926, there were still 1,713 deaths on UK roads, which is more than twice the number of deaths from Heroin/Methadone, which totalled 765. Un-nerving, isn’t it?

Still, I don’t know why it should come as such a surprise when you consider the sheer volume of dick-heads on the road. My disability means I had to give my car up a couple of years ago, but even then it seemed like every other car was driven by some anti-social fuckwit. I can only scare myself shitless trying to imagine what it’s like out there now.

I watch those reality shows with traffic cops chasing joy-riders and all manner of other fuck-nuggets. I don’t know why, because they just annoy me. I guess I’m just hoping that one day I’ll get to see a copper giving one of these gobshites a well-deserved kicking.

You know what gets me; what makes me laugh and want to tear my eyes out all at the same time? It’s the way the courts put points on the licences these cunts don’t even have. Don’t they realise how stupid that is? These fuck-heads don’t give a shit about licences and points; they just do whatever they want, because they believe that the rules don’t apply to them.

It’s time for harsher sentences for these shit-bastards. Instead of arsing around with stupid points and bans we should be breaking their legs with baseball bats so that they can’t impose their cunt-status on the rest of us.

I say this as the victim of one of these bastards. I am disabled now; my life has been ruined by a drunk driver who smashed into my car. He, of course, fled the scene, but was picked up by police later following a high-speed chase which ended with this cunt hitting a lamp-post. It turned out the car he was driving wasn’t his, and he had no insurance. Oh, and he didn’t have a licence either because he’d been banned. That didn’t stop him driving though; he had been picked up for driving while banned 6 TIMES. What an utter cunt-bastard. His name’s Christopher Vasic, he lives in West Bromwich, and I would be very happy to hear that he had died a slow, lingering, agonising death from penis cancer.