[I fell off the “no politics” bandwagon and was thinking of another Trump/Hillary sign count on another roadtrip. Then this event happened and I was so addled I totally forgot about everything as I drove. I really really really hate that damn car!]
I was minding my own business when I was assaulted!
It was driven by a hipster. Seeing it made my eyes hurt.
I’m disgusted by the fact that this Goddamn thing actually still exists. I’m revolted that it ever existed. No world should tolerate so much ugliness in one place. It’s a hideous failure of imagination and engineering. The only saving grace of these abominations is that they usually wound up rusting to death soon after their accursed manufacture. Their time on this earth was short… yet too long. They are too foul to be stored in junkyards. Every last rusting heap of this model should be immolated and crushed. The cores should be melted into blocks, sealed in lead, and dumped in the Marianas Trench. Even then I fear the Marinas Trench isn’t deep enough to contain their fearsome nullity.
It was so awful… so vehicularly grotesque… that I had to take a picture. Why? I have no idea. Perhaps I was in the throes of a terrible flashback. That I used pixels and CPU cycles on this abomination before God and man confuses even me!
This… this thing… this rolling mistake… this metallic disaster… this abhorrent monstrosity is why I shall never forgive the 1970’s. The 55 MPH National Speed limit, the Iranian hostage crisis, Jimmy Carter’s fucking’ cardigan… and the God Damned AMC Gremlin.
There are things worse than the AMC Gremlin; but not many.
I’m going to go lie down. Pray for me.