Drivers Are Murderers 2
Back to the serious side of life.
Semi-professionals are appearing from nowhere and taking over the situation. A firemen, a traffic cop. You get as close as you can get with your arms outstretched and try to cover everything in a thick layer of key power. Pain, injury, long term, trauma. You call on everyone you can think of.
There is nothing else you can do. You hope you will make it home but you are shaking as you walk back to the car.
I rest my case.
Because of the sheer speed, size and steel, the car always is at fault. The responsibility will always lie with the bigger of the two animals, the leader, the teacher, the two tons of steel and glass and demon-possessed mechanics.
Because of the stakes involved it is absolutely unpardonable to show even the slightest bit of disregard or selfishness behind the wheel. Stupid racers. You are waving around a loaded gun in my face, and you think you're cool? That guy that passes you on the right and cuts you off in the traffic is no different than an Israeli mowing down children with his Uzi.
So don't criticize the Israelis. And don't you dare crack a smile. It's not funny.
God forgive me.