An Asshole Committee

This intersection baffles me. One-way street, and BOTH street signs are obstructed by trees. Do you have any idea what street this is? Perhaps a person might be able to learn this by, oh, reading the pagan-plugging signs!

I can only imagine there's a whole neighborhood of assholes here. Every last baby-dropping one of them. I mean, there's a nursery/greenhouse supplies store half a block away! These chode warts couldn't walk 100 feet to buy some thrice-damned clippers? Crawl out from their crawlspaces to saw off the errant branches? Come on!

"But gentle blogger," you might say in a soothing voice, "you have posted a crappy low-res picture. How are we to truly judge whether the locals are truly to blame? Perhaps the signs really are readable."

I'm glad I pretended you asked. Implementing the "zoom" feature on my camera and using the power of photoshop, I have brought the signs in question into sharp relief, so that all may just the situation fairly.

Unbelievable.


Fucking Unbelievable.

The Shrub That Started It All

This is exactly what I'm talking about. Look at this fucker. Can you see the sign? No? I sure couldn't. Missed the goddamn turn five times.

Note the craftsmanship. This asshole wasn't content to simply let this free-standing bush go wild - no, he trimmed the bush right up to the point that the sign starts. Maybe he's a lazy sloth-sucker who can't be bothered to climb a ladder far enough to get those couple extra branches.

I swear to God, this son-of-goats had better sharpen those clippers and get off his ass.

Laying the Groundwork

Welcome to the site! Fertile though my hate may be, it's taking me a little while to get these angry seeds to sprout. Check back soon to see my rage blossom!