Jeers to you in your nice new Cadillac as you passed me in the right hand
lane driving 90 m.p.h. through Post Falls, I enjoyed your single finger
salute waving repeatedly out your window as I traveled at 3 miles over the
legal posted speed only to see you gain three car lengths when you caught
up to the rest of the evening traffic. I wish many speeding tickets for you
and your shiny black penial compensation. My hope for humanity has dropped
another notch thanks to you.