call me a prude, but...

...if I can hear the bass on your car stereo from a block away, I don't want to pay for your hearing aids and other hearing loss-related accessories/meds/treatments when you go frelling deaf, okay? I celebrate your right to Play Very Loud when it comes to your own music, but when your music overrides the [vastly superior] audio in my own car, you've gone too far. Somewhere, a tear is rolling ponderously down an old Native American guy's cheek because your music is shitty and you're polluting the atmostphere with it. Just stop, already.


...if you say you can't afford health/car insurance yet choose to spend all your spare change for spinny tire rims and on having black velvet Jesus/Nubian Goddess/Calvin peeing on ____ airbrushed on your tailgate whilst other folk drive sensible, reliable vehicles and pay for their own health insurance, you bloody well don't deserve free healthcare.

If, on the other hand, you turn your ghetto-fabulous/barrio-mobile/apocalyptic white trash hoop-D into a screaming flaming deathtrap for yourself and yourself alone, well, I'm kind of okay with that.

Yes, losers, I'm hating on you.