LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE CARS SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE.
THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF TIRE MICROPLASTICS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL THE OCEAN.
IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR LIFTED PICK UP TRUCKS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT.
FOR HENRY FORD.
HATE.
HATE.
I share your seething hatred. These grotesque death machines epitomize the way the absolute worst kind of chud loves to celebrate their smug disdain for the rest of humanity and demonstrate to the world their gOd-GiVeN rIgHt to revel in unnecessary, exorbitant waste, and to scream "fuck you" to the woke, to the commie pinkos, and to anyone who would dare to "tell them what they can or can't do," and again, to humanity itself.
It is a physical manifestation of the "I got mine, so fuck you" sentiment, a rolling billboard advertising their entitlement and gluttonous indulgence, rubbing it in your face that they're laughing at your disgust. They love flaunting that they are in possession of and in control of this deadly abomination, this moving monument to environmental destruction. Driving this fascistic behemoths down the road, they're not only not ashamed but gleefully boasting how destructive and cruel their fossil-fuel-guzzling, climate-change-accelerating monstrosity is that can just as easily murder a crowd of protestors (intentionally) as it can a toddler (unintentionally - probably).
I want to drag these smug pieces of filth out of their giant, obnoxious, carbon-monoxide-and-privilege-stinking vanity wagons and...
