…and changing them.
I was going to do a post solely on god not liking jeans. Not my G-d, the one I’m going to work for.
And then I started the journey home.
I live 20 km’s from work. In the mornings is takes me anything from 30 minutes to an hour to complete said journey. If there’s nothing wrong. If there is, it can stretch to 90 minutes.
In the afternoon, if I leave on the dot at 16:30, I can make the whole journey in about 40 to 60 minutes. Took me 1 hour, 45 minutes tonight. For the first 15 km’s or so, there was nothing wrong, just many more cars than usual on the road. Presumably, there was a problem on the highway that runs from Sandton to P town and that’s what cause the back roads to fill up.
Then there’s a stretch that flows freely, and then there’s another stretch that never flows freely, and then a free one again, usually all the way home. On the second free stretch there are 7 traffic lights. Today, 4 of those 7 worked. The next three did not. Usually at a big crossing with a broken robot, you will have the 702/outsurance guys directing traffic. Their absence was a shining beacon tonight. The same with metro police. Whose actual job it is to direct traffic when needed, and not the private sector actually.
Remember I said no traffic cops? I was sooo wrong!!! Because the fucktards, in their rather limited work ethic and very limited wisdom, would rather stand on the side of the road and give tickets to the people that are trying to skip the line by driving on the shoulder of the road and depending on some other brainless idiot to give them space to push in. Which they usually get because brainless idiots on our roads are quite prolific. Now, the arseholes trying to skip the line would not have needed to skip it had the Metro cops been doing what they were employed to do, which is, DIRECTING THE EFFING TRAFFIC!!! When I got to the first crossing and I saw the traffic cops, and I saw what they were doing, I nearly had a heart attack!! I mean WTFF!!! You are employed as Metro police. Which presumably means that you are supposed to look after the things that happens on the roads, not so? Alas. Not so much here. Here, it means that you get to park of on your, mainly huge, arse, either behind a camera, behind a tree, or in your car, under a tree, or at such places where lots of cars congregate, such as broken traffic lights – where you then proceed to fine any-and everything you can find. Shooting fish in a barrel.
Get to the third broken robot in the line of four, and there’s one lone traffic cop trying to regulate traffic. I’m wanting to turn right, and I’m standing in that line. Ah, it looks as if he’s going to let the right turn guys turn, and the front guy pre-empt this move, promptly pissing off the traffic officer who then, in his finite wisdom, decides to show us who really is boss, and it’s not us. It’s HIM!! And then the boss has the bloody audacity to hurry us along!!
After I just spent 40 minutes travelling maybe 2 km’s, I really did not need to see this arse that should have been on duty, doing his bloody job at 17:00 already!! The job that my tax money pays him to do, which makes me his bloody boss, and not the other way around.
Unfortunately, in the suckheap it does not work like that. The law is not there to protect the civilians. The law and the lawmakers and law-keepers only exist to suck the civilian dry. To reap the benefits of our tax money, and live the large life.
Not as much fun living in South Africa as the rest of the world might think. It’s not quite what the pictures tells you. It’s hair raising chaos at the best of times, and complete anarchy all the other times. You are told to not stop when a cop pulls you over – because they might just rape you. Bribes are commonly accepted and expected. And our parliament is full of criminals – both white-collar and violent crimes. For heavens sake people, our current PRESIDENT has had a rape charge levelled against him!!
But hey, let’s live in the rainbow nation that the biggest terrorist of them all wanted. Well, Old Nelson, you have your nation. And it does not quite resemble a rainbow as much as it does a sucking heap of steaming horse shit. No, I lie. Horse shit you can actually use for something. Rather human shit – completely useless, and quite apt when you drive through some of the smells we have to drive through every day.
Yes folks, my mood is dour. Not depressed, just completely so not in the mood for this crap. Hopefully tomorrow it will be better and I can get back to god not liking jeans…
And now, a song with a bit of a good feeling too 😉