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Holy fuck.
Two weeks ago, I got a ticket for not coming to a 3-second stop at a traffic light when making a right turn. There was no oncoming traffic and whatever, but I did technically break the absolute letter of the law. The cop wasn't a total dickhead about it, IE didn't talk down to me, give me a hard time, etc, so I was going to let it go, but you know. No fucking wonder he was being so 'nice'. He wrote me a FOUR HUNDRED DOLLAR TICKET.
What the FUCK!? If I'd had my window busted and my radio stolen, I'd be out less money. I got carjacked!
Seriously here. I don't drive a BMW or something. I've got a somewhat beat up Nissan Sentra. 400 dollars PLUS I'd need to shell out another hundred or so to be talked down to by some ex gym-coach at a traffic school if I don't want my insurance rates to go up.
Now there's the quality of america for you. Parts get stolen off my bike, the fucking pigs toss up their hands and go, 'What do you want us to do?' and then they turn around and steal even more from me, and if I don't want the insurance people to steal still more, I have to pay some dickhead ex gym coach even more money to talk to me like a 3rd grader.
You know. I really don't need a fucking car. Merry fucking christmas! HO HO HO!
Two weeks ago, I got a ticket for not coming to a 3-second stop at a traffic light when making a right turn. There was no oncoming traffic and whatever, but I did technically break the absolute letter of the law. The cop wasn't a total dickhead about it, IE didn't talk down to me, give me a hard time, etc, so I was going to let it go, but you know. No fucking wonder he was being so 'nice'. He wrote me a FOUR HUNDRED DOLLAR TICKET.
What the FUCK!? If I'd had my window busted and my radio stolen, I'd be out less money. I got carjacked!
Seriously here. I don't drive a BMW or something. I've got a somewhat beat up Nissan Sentra. 400 dollars PLUS I'd need to shell out another hundred or so to be talked down to by some ex gym-coach at a traffic school if I don't want my insurance rates to go up.
Now there's the quality of america for you. Parts get stolen off my bike, the fucking pigs toss up their hands and go, 'What do you want us to do?' and then they turn around and steal even more from me, and if I don't want the insurance people to steal still more, I have to pay some dickhead ex gym coach even more money to talk to me like a 3rd grader.
You know. I really don't need a fucking car. Merry fucking christmas! HO HO HO!
