The operative part of "Right on Red" is the part about after stop. Especially when you're in a Toyota fucking Corolla (GVWR: 1800 lbs.) and you cut off a 3-ton truck. What part of blowing through a red light directly in front of a vehicle three times your size did you think was a good idea?
Do you wander through the woods in bear country with pork chops hanging off your belt? Stick your head in the lion's cage at the zoo? Is this some perverse thrill-seeker thing, or are you just fucking clueless?
Here's a hint: Knock this shit off. Because eventually you will run afoul of the law of averages and take your stupid ass out of the gene pool if you continue to be this fucking stupid.
Fucktard.
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Sorry about that Jay I was pulling up the democraticunderground.com forum on my iMac and didn't see you coming.
In spite of my earlier misgivings, if you'd actually ticket the morons that do stuff like this I think you'd make a fine LEO.
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