Two days ago as I was taking the bus home from work, I could hear someone talking near the back of the bus. At first, it sounded like someone practicing a speech or a debate or some god damn thing. I didn't really notice at the time; given that my bus stop is on the edge of Hoboville, I tend to ignore everyone and everything I don't know.
So anyways, 20 minutes later, a bunch of people get off and I get a seat - a seat close to this 'someone' I heard talking earlier. He'd been yammering the whole time, but again I was completely ignoring him. Then I start listening. The guy's about 75-80 years old, looks like an old Michael Moore, and seems to come from the southern US region given his Texas-sounding accent:
"...fascist. The police department is full of fascists. You can tell by their fascist smirks, their fascist clothes, their fascist walk. They take children off the street and inject them into a prostitution ring! The children of today are becoming personal sex slaves, prostitutes, for the judges and the members of our municipalities. Eighty dead children! If they're not being picked out for prostitution, they're being killed. Every last one of them. Have you read the paper lately? Children are being targetted by nazi Canadians as a form of entertainment."
3 minutes of silence. You can see the relief on the eyes of commuters. Then:
"Schools are teaching children nothing but homosexualism. Every child that comes out of school is a homosexual, and you're sitting there reading your book! When you're driving down the street in your car, with your hands on the steering wheel and your foot on the gas pedal, you are homosexually attached to that vehicle."
He stumbles on the next sentence and decides to take a break. But oh no, ol' Rick James ain't done yet bitch!
"The homosexuals, the children of today thrive on the society built by niggers. Their disgusting culture absolutely sickens me. Niggers and homosexuals are driving their way of life into the heart of the future, and there's nothing we can do about it! I write off my future by signing off my past."
...so on and so forth, for another 20 minutes. When he was doing his bitch about niggers, I should add that there was at least one black man on the bus. Unfortunately it was one of the Carlton-style African dudes; I really wish it had been a gangster-wannabe just for the comedic value that would have added to the ride.
He eventually got off the bus, thankfully. I should add that he wasn't talking to anyone in particular, just sorta talking towards... that way. Blank stare in his eyes, no tremble in his arms, but ensuring he was speaking loud enough that at least half the bus could hear him.
You could say I've got a bad temper and a short fuse. In the same context, you could say this piece of shit was standing there with a leaky can of gas and a flamethrower. I was waiting for him to say something about Croatians or Irish people, so I had a legitimate reason to crack him as many times as necessary.
Two questions:
1. is that normal? Do people get so senile, frustrated, and inadequate in their old age that they simply lash out on everything?
2. is it ok to repeatedly punch an old man in the face? If so, is it ok to follow-up with a steel toe to various parts of the lower body?
Wasn't sure if this should go in Good Times or what, but meh... the next time someone bitches about the quality of the flames on the Flameboard, they can add "retards bitching about old people" to their list.
So anyways, 20 minutes later, a bunch of people get off and I get a seat - a seat close to this 'someone' I heard talking earlier. He'd been yammering the whole time, but again I was completely ignoring him. Then I start listening. The guy's about 75-80 years old, looks like an old Michael Moore, and seems to come from the southern US region given his Texas-sounding accent:
"...fascist. The police department is full of fascists. You can tell by their fascist smirks, their fascist clothes, their fascist walk. They take children off the street and inject them into a prostitution ring! The children of today are becoming personal sex slaves, prostitutes, for the judges and the members of our municipalities. Eighty dead children! If they're not being picked out for prostitution, they're being killed. Every last one of them. Have you read the paper lately? Children are being targetted by nazi Canadians as a form of entertainment."
3 minutes of silence. You can see the relief on the eyes of commuters. Then:
"Schools are teaching children nothing but homosexualism. Every child that comes out of school is a homosexual, and you're sitting there reading your book! When you're driving down the street in your car, with your hands on the steering wheel and your foot on the gas pedal, you are homosexually attached to that vehicle."
He stumbles on the next sentence and decides to take a break. But oh no, ol' Rick James ain't done yet bitch!
"The homosexuals, the children of today thrive on the society built by niggers. Their disgusting culture absolutely sickens me. Niggers and homosexuals are driving their way of life into the heart of the future, and there's nothing we can do about it! I write off my future by signing off my past."
...so on and so forth, for another 20 minutes. When he was doing his bitch about niggers, I should add that there was at least one black man on the bus. Unfortunately it was one of the Carlton-style African dudes; I really wish it had been a gangster-wannabe just for the comedic value that would have added to the ride.
He eventually got off the bus, thankfully. I should add that he wasn't talking to anyone in particular, just sorta talking towards... that way. Blank stare in his eyes, no tremble in his arms, but ensuring he was speaking loud enough that at least half the bus could hear him.
You could say I've got a bad temper and a short fuse. In the same context, you could say this piece of shit was standing there with a leaky can of gas and a flamethrower. I was waiting for him to say something about Croatians or Irish people, so I had a legitimate reason to crack him as many times as necessary.
Two questions:
1. is that normal? Do people get so senile, frustrated, and inadequate in their old age that they simply lash out on everything?
2. is it ok to repeatedly punch an old man in the face? If so, is it ok to follow-up with a steel toe to various parts of the lower body?
Wasn't sure if this should go in Good Times or what, but meh... the next time someone bitches about the quality of the flames on the Flameboard, they can add "retards bitching about old people" to their list.
