Sometimes I get downright
hostile when I see gas-guzzling vehicles that serve absolutely
no purpose. As, say, the giant SUV, luxury full-sized sport sedan, or turbo-charged racing machine passes me like I'm standing still, I flash back to my childhood, when I would pretend the headlights on my parents car were Bond-gadget-esque rocket launchers. Ahhh... those were the good ole days, when you could fantasize about unspeakable acts of violence without worrying about the psychological and ethical implications (*sigh*).
So when I saw
this comic from
xkcd, it made me smile:

Life's all about the simple pleasures. Like adolescent fantasies of small-scale, grass roots eco-terrorism.
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