Re: Reckless Driving in England - The case of President Trump and Anne Sacoolas -
11-14-2019, 05:12 AM
I'm periodically reminded that Jesus finally got fed up with the British and took away their "Empire".
I travelled to the UK many years ago and tried to rent a car. As it was explained to me, you can't "rent" a car in Britain - you can only "hire" a car. Thinking that it came with a driver, I was surprised to be handed the keys and sent on my way - only to discover that when I got to the car there was no driver.
Impoverished through years of socialism, the English could not afford traffic lights (invented in the Godly USA). Instead, they used something called a "roundabout", and to this very day they are still promoting this path to destruction and death.
A roundabout (traffic "circle") is a bit like that giant atom smasher (LHC) the Europeaons built - they accelerate particles faster and faster in a giant circle and then smash them and go looking for the "God" particle (they called God some kind of Boson - a name that should have been reserved for the "scientists") amongst all the pieces. In a "roundabout" you do stand a good chance of meeting God - for final judgement.
In the UK, once you enter the dreaded "roundabout" you have to drive on the right because the traffic circulates in a counter-clockwise direction. You can go in this "circle" for hours trying to determine where you should get off - again always on the right. While driving in a moving vehicle you are distracted by looking at signs, checking your maps, and consulting your GPS trying to determine which exit to take - a sure prescription for death.
Now you would think that for a country that drives on the left that traffic should circulate in a clockwise direction so that you would drive on the left in a roundabout. Indeed, British traffic engineers by now should have recognized the error of their ways and corrected their grevious mistake - but no.
Hell's foundations quiver at the shout of praise;
brothers, lift your voices, loud your anthems raise.
...and get off my lawn
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