Inappropriate Fuckery

     I'm a woodworker. Well, I can, at least pretend to be one pretty well. Because of this hobby of mine, I'm a member of quite a few woodworking groups on Facebook. One of these groups is called, Woodworking For Beginners and as I'm sure, just from the name, you can gather what and who the group is geared toward. Just to be safe though, Woodworking For Beginners is a spot where those new to the craft, those who have been at it a while and skilled craftsman alike can share ideas and projects, ask questions, advise direction, offer assistance and pretty much anything and everything of the sort.     One recent post was exactly what you might not expect to see but still fell perfectly into place amongst the sea of posts that have been made since the group was created. We will call the author of this one particular post, "Nick".     Nick looked to be somewhere between mid 20s to early to mid 30s. Nick has a severe anxiety problem and it was something that...

I would have titled this "Rare Sense" but I was afraid it might cause some confusion for those searching for subject material on the 1990s Go-Go music scene in the Greater Washington D.C. area. Man, I hope Orlando is still kickin'. Anywho... The entire purpose behind the fucking idea, concept, development, creation, production and eventual incorporation of the fucking merge lane on a freeway is to get up to speed so you can safely fucking merge!!! It's not that difficult! Think laws of motion. Think about how 2 objects can't occupy the same space at the same time. Think about mass and think about energy. Logic is not the enemy people. Excerise common sense. Think thoughts. Think. Just think.  Let us math. If subject "A" (you) is travelling at a rate of speed which is neither greater than nor equal to the rate of speed in which subject "2" (everyone else) is travelling at... ...then you're a fucking asshat.