Dancing Lessons from God
It is the 21st Century and something rotten lives at the heart of English transportation. The government's plans for the roads have been for some time to force people off the road through high taxation, thus pushing us onto the railways.
Today we hear proposals by ATOC to drive people off the railway by introducing congestion charges, thus pushing us onto the roads.
So we have to be thankful they are razing villages to the ground to make way for a vast and repulsive new terminal at Heathrow because, by 2010, the only way we'll be able to get to work is by flying.
Or maybe teleportation will exist. Who knows? We may even have affordable city living by then and not need to commute...
Ah, the red mist pours down quickly these days. But it is hard to keep a straight face here; the weak grin on my face is fighting for space with the hot tears of frustration. This is a painful time to make a living, folks. If parliament passed a law tomorrow to legalise gangs of uniformed men paid to pick out commuters at random, throw them to the floor and beat the shit out of them before stealing their wallets, not one of us would not be surprised.
We're doomed every which way. There is only one solution left, and we have Seinfeld to thank for that. (source)
JERRY: I told her we should have those moving walkways all over the city.
GEORGE: Like at the airport?
JERRY: Yeah.
GEORGE: That's a great idea!
JERRY: Tell me about it!
GEORGE: We could be zipping all over the place.
JERRY: They could at least try it.
GEORGE: They never try anything.
JERRY: What's the harm?
GEORGE: No harm!
Indeed...care to open your mind, Alistair?
Today we hear proposals by ATOC to drive people off the railway by introducing congestion charges, thus pushing us onto the roads.
So we have to be thankful they are razing villages to the ground to make way for a vast and repulsive new terminal at Heathrow because, by 2010, the only way we'll be able to get to work is by flying.
Or maybe teleportation will exist. Who knows? We may even have affordable city living by then and not need to commute...
Ah, the red mist pours down quickly these days. But it is hard to keep a straight face here; the weak grin on my face is fighting for space with the hot tears of frustration. This is a painful time to make a living, folks. If parliament passed a law tomorrow to legalise gangs of uniformed men paid to pick out commuters at random, throw them to the floor and beat the shit out of them before stealing their wallets, not one of us would not be surprised.
We're doomed every which way. There is only one solution left, and we have Seinfeld to thank for that. (source)
JERRY: I told her we should have those moving walkways all over the city.
GEORGE: Like at the airport?
JERRY: Yeah.
GEORGE: That's a great idea!
JERRY: Tell me about it!
GEORGE: We could be zipping all over the place.
JERRY: They could at least try it.
GEORGE: They never try anything.
JERRY: What's the harm?
GEORGE: No harm!
Indeed...care to open your mind, Alistair?
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