I’ve had it with these damn idiot drivers. HAD IT!

I propose a method of taking care of them:

Every driver that can prove they are at a defined intelligence level or above is issued a paint-ball gun and several colors of neon paint-balls. Each color is related to a type of driving offense.

Everybody goes out on the road as normal.

Then, every single idiot that talks too much on the cell phone, changes lanes too much and too suddenly, cuts people off, drives under the speed limit in the passing lane, runs red traffic lights, tries to hit small furry animals and children in the street, stops in the middle of the fucking road for no apparent reason, or exhibits any kind of lemming behavior may have their car pelted with a neon paint-ball. (I even think the inconsiderate assholes who don’t give an acknowledgment after I go out of my way to be polite on the road to them should get popped with a color.)

Time will pass… but it won’t take long for this part…

Drivers will become tagged with their idiocy by all the pretty colors on their vehicles!

Any vehicle with more than three colors on it: the Driver gets a suspended license for several months, and then must take and pass with flying colors a specially-created city street AND HIGHWAY driving test!

Any vehicle with more than 35% of the surface area covered in paints: the Driver gets his/her license revoked permanently!

Make the stupid, rude, inconsiderate, inattentive, rotten-headed little bastards ride public transportation!

I’m tired of fighting them every day. T-I-R-E-D! You hear me? I’m done with it.

Nobody’s a perfect driver. We all make boo-boos from time to time. But some make a lot more boo-boos than others. To me, it’s kind of like having a medical license… You fuck up every now and then, but are good most of the time, and folks will look the other way. You fuck up every single day, multiple times a day, and people will start noticing and want to take your license Away… and will probably get away with it, too.

Look out, idiot drivers. Me and my paint-ball gun are coming after you.

I mean it.