The Picture:

Folks, that is a photograph of seven year old Kylie Bruehler. She is at a funeral service to bury her parents, both of whom were killed last week when a driver veered onto the shoulder and drove his pickup truck into them.

More about the post can be found here, dated 8th October, but only seemed to be doing the rounds on Twitter right about now.

I had typed up about 40 lines here about various bits and bats, but have decided to cut it all out.

And then I stumble across a “friend” on facebook who’s signed up to these…

I Hate Cyclists
This groups purpose is to express deep hatred in the direction of Lycra wearing road hogging, slow, arrogant scum other wise known as cyclists. We have all been there, on our way to the pub on a nice day, or trying to get somewhere in a hurry, and there in front of you travelling at 10mph in the middle of the road, is a road rat.  There because his wife left him, and he has no personality so unable to socialise elsewhere than next to cat’s eyes and country lanes. When you finally get past them they give you dirty looks, or in one case I experienced verbal abuse because I wouldn’t move over. Well who pays the road tax chum? You’re never going to win the Tour de France mate so get off the road. And the next time any of them call me a wanker for driving down the same road I have driven down for 10 years, I will get out my truck and beat them senseless with their own cycle pump.

Ban Cyclists From Public Highways
I am fed up with these gits making me late for work. I know I’m going to get a lot of hippy tree hugging mofos whinging about the ozone layer but I DON’T CARE!! I want to be able to go somewhere without having to drive at 10mph up a hill behind a lycra clad helmet. Why should I be inconvenienced when I pay £200 a year for car tax, £500 a year for insurance, £god knows how much for an MOT each year and get bent over and violated by Mr Shell every time I buy petrol. To ride a push bike on the public highway you need… about £50 for the bike and then you’re off! There’s no requirement to take a test, no insurance and you can ride home from the pub after getting plastered and making love to an 18 stone barmaid called Mavis in the toilets (just me?). Ok you’re not going to as much damage to someone if you hit them but you’re not insured anyway!

Even if you strongly disagree and can take the time out from eating Linda McCartney quorn burgers and drinking herbal tea to comment, I want to hear it.

What a lovely world we live in!