An unhinged, angry Dimwit is not a fun Dimwit...

The Dimwit just thought he'd throw everyone off with the title of the post. In fact, he couldn't be happier... at least he is until some idiot in a BMW cuts him off on the freeway. Oh yes, he forgot that he failed to blog about this the other day... ah, yes, the refreshing feeling of napalm/ire welling up in the bloodstream... here we go...

Why is it that people who drive BMW's, Lexus's, Astin Martins and Jaguars think that because they paid 5-10 times more than the Dimwit for their car that this somehow entitles them to be absolute JERKS on the freeway??? The Dimwit is sorry, but just because you're a rich, pompous jerk this does not mean that you have the right to forcefully merge yourself into the Exit lane of 59 South during rush hour because you didn't want to wait in line like all of us other simpletons driving Mitsubishi's, Honda's and Buick's. All the while yapping on your Blackberry, giving other drivers the finger and honking as if whatever you're doing is SO much more important than everyone else's tasks. You also should not complain or cry to the police when one of the aforementioned Mitsubishi drivers follows you to your retail destination and artistically crafts a message into your side panel with a key...

The Dimwit does not condone such behavior. Nor does he judge those who have done it. (You know, the whole glass house/throwing bricks thing.)

*The Dimwit steps down from the soap box... takes a few deep breathes... smashes soap box in a fit of rage... walks away...*

So no linkage today... sorry, it is what it is people... you were warned not to get your expectations too high... you have this highly entertaining story and the Dimwit got his blood pressure up...