Must... kill...

Rantlet the first: How can it be that someone is accepted for a doctoral degree, and is simultaneously too stupid to breathe?

Rantlet the second: When a car is turning off a side street, and stalls halfway through, and then the driver sees an oncoming car which he couldn't see before because of the fscking tanks useless bloody 4WDs parked along the street, and he decides to roll back out of the path of the oncoming traffic so that he can re-start the car, that is, of course, the perfect time to walk your baby carriage behind said car, wouldn't you say?

Rantlet the third: Goddess-damned fecking useless 4WDs. Brick walls that they are, in motion or at rest. Can't see through them, can't see around them, can't figure out what the hell the driver is doing, can't blow the feckers up with surface-to-surface rocket grenades.

Rantlet the fourth: If you're going to prevent me from moving out from behind this slow column of traffic into the next lane, which has a clear path for 200 meters ahead, and is moving quicker, then you score extra points for doing so while sitting entirely in my blind spot ... even going so far as to match my speed to maintain your relative position. I so enjoy idiots in my blind spot.

Rantlet the fifth: What the feck happened to my Firefox and newsreader settings? Son-of-a-fecking-bitch!

I feel better now. But that will pass.