Poor vehicle choice
Will Duguid's piece in the Guardian today was the perfect storm of gutlessness, arrogance and pomposity.
I do so hope that when he attaches a 'poor vehicle choice' to some vehicle that he and he alone has decided does not meet his exacting standards, he makes sure that the owner of the vehicle has a right to reply, either through attaching a stamped, self addressed envelope or even an anonymous e mail address.
Given that the ability to comment on the piece is unavailable, I'm guessing that he doesn't, but instead simply recounts the slapping of the paper on the windshield to the next audience he suspects will appreciate it, much like some other strutting prick of a yob might recount the vandalising of a car to his mates.
I am not defending the Porch Carryon. It's an ugly car driven by ugly people who are taking night-classes in stupidity and occasionally drug dealing. It's not an off road vehicle, it's a fashion statement and the statement is: 'I'm a c**t'.
But by not having the guts to remonstrate with the owner face to face when having the opportunity, you lose the right to criticise, especially in print. Want to stop that person driving that car? Okay, smear it in dog excrement, every night, get a stencil and leave the words 'buy a bike' on the bonnet, in Times New Roman 128 point bold dog-s**t.
What especially offends me is that the writer feels he has the right to speak on green issues when he has a child. Certainly, in terms of noise pollution and consumption of resource without giving anything at all back, and at the same time keeping the fast-food industry and the moulded plastic toy industry afloat, a child is hard to beat. I trust it is okay for me to slap a 'poor reproduction choice' onto the forehead of the next squealing brat I see when out shopping?
Finally though, a thank you. This has settled my choice of next car. It's going to be a Land Rover Defender. I think we should all buy Land Rovers and I think that when we do so, we should say to land Rover 'I'm only going to buy this car if you knock off ten percent of the purchase price for the next charity that buys one from you.' Make no mistake, when you are tooling through rough country and you have a fridge full of medicine to deliver, you don't want to be doing it on a push-bike.
Let's just hope that once you have spent a year in Africa, being shot at, threatened, seeing your work succeed or fail but always always trying to make a difference, that when you come home and park up, whoever sticks a 'poor vehicle choice' leaflet on your window at least has the decency to offer you the right of reply.
I do so hope that when he attaches a 'poor vehicle choice' to some vehicle that he and he alone has decided does not meet his exacting standards, he makes sure that the owner of the vehicle has a right to reply, either through attaching a stamped, self addressed envelope or even an anonymous e mail address.
Given that the ability to comment on the piece is unavailable, I'm guessing that he doesn't, but instead simply recounts the slapping of the paper on the windshield to the next audience he suspects will appreciate it, much like some other strutting prick of a yob might recount the vandalising of a car to his mates.
I am not defending the Porch Carryon. It's an ugly car driven by ugly people who are taking night-classes in stupidity and occasionally drug dealing. It's not an off road vehicle, it's a fashion statement and the statement is: 'I'm a c**t'.
But by not having the guts to remonstrate with the owner face to face when having the opportunity, you lose the right to criticise, especially in print. Want to stop that person driving that car? Okay, smear it in dog excrement, every night, get a stencil and leave the words 'buy a bike' on the bonnet, in Times New Roman 128 point bold dog-s**t.
What especially offends me is that the writer feels he has the right to speak on green issues when he has a child. Certainly, in terms of noise pollution and consumption of resource without giving anything at all back, and at the same time keeping the fast-food industry and the moulded plastic toy industry afloat, a child is hard to beat. I trust it is okay for me to slap a 'poor reproduction choice' onto the forehead of the next squealing brat I see when out shopping?
Finally though, a thank you. This has settled my choice of next car. It's going to be a Land Rover Defender. I think we should all buy Land Rovers and I think that when we do so, we should say to land Rover 'I'm only going to buy this car if you knock off ten percent of the purchase price for the next charity that buys one from you.' Make no mistake, when you are tooling through rough country and you have a fridge full of medicine to deliver, you don't want to be doing it on a push-bike.
Let's just hope that once you have spent a year in Africa, being shot at, threatened, seeing your work succeed or fail but always always trying to make a difference, that when you come home and park up, whoever sticks a 'poor vehicle choice' leaflet on your window at least has the decency to offer you the right of reply.
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