A tale of depressing truth
A brief history of western society; 1850 to 2000: Towns grew to be cities; rural areas ballooned into huge metropolises. Our economy boomed and everyone started making more and more money. As the industrialization of the world began in the late 18 hundreds, an efficient and affordable mode of transportation was required to move people around. Thus came along the automobile. This grand new invention was almost exclusively available to the wealthy until the mass production of autos began around the late teens to early nineteen twenties. (I don't know exactly when, and I could certainly give a fuck) Cars then became a mode of transportation that was financially accessible to the general population. People bought cars, many new roads were constructed, and modern civilization was given the ability to live greater distances from their jobs. From this sprouted more towns, more cities, more roads, more cars, more people, more BULLSHIT.
The advent of automobiles to our daily lives has led to an overall degradation of society, the environment, population count, laziness factor, and human nature. Gasoline powered transportation has quickly merged itself into the fabric of our life. (cotton) The human race now depends on such automobiles for its survival. What would happen if every car, bus, jalopy, and motor scooter were to right now, disappear in to the wind? How would you get to work to make money? How would you get to the store for food? How would you get money for the food? What would you do when you got drunk now? How many people would live by not dieing in car accidents? How many would die of starvation, dehydration, or lack of time at the mall?
It is a very sad truth that we absolutely cannot live with cars. I am ashamed to announce, even with all that I have come to realize, I have need for an automobile too. On Thursday I purchased a 1990 Subaru Justy. It's a small 2-door hatchback, manual transmission, 3-cylinder engine, 4WD, sky-blue exterior, and gray interior. blah blah blah...
I hate cars. I hate the shitty process you have to go through with them. I hate money (I'll write about that later). I hate the fact that not only do I pay $1500 for the car, but $150 a month for insurance, $150 a year for registration, $60 for emissions testing, and for now failing the emissions testing, $200 for a new muffler, $400 dollars for motor mount replacments! MOTHER-FUCKING BULLSHIT.
If i painted flames on the sides of my car, it would look a lot like Garth's "Merth Mobile" from Wayne's World.
