Last night as I was driving here (Clarksville, AR) I saw a deer standing in the grass beside the interstate. It was not looking into the oncoming headlights, but away from them. I thought that was rather clever for the stupid, hairy, suicidal beastie.

They run out in front of cars and trucks. The question isn't "Why did the chicken cross the road?" It is "Why did the deer cross the road?" There's grass on their side. They don't need to go to the other side to get food.

And, why is it people let their pets wander all about, especially if there is a busy highway out front of their house. Cats, dogs, but thanksfully no hamsters or budgies, are often seen lying mangled on the highway. You almost want to stop and go into said house and shoot the stupid f**ker for letting their pet play on the highway. They certainly don't let their kids do that.

Growing up, we used to play in the street, but it was the only paved surface of any length or breadth within blocks of our neighborhood. It was play in the street or nothing. You had to watch out for the occasional Ford or Chevy, or at the minimum be able to hear the honk when it came. There was always a honk, but never a yelled "Get out of the street you stupid kid." People were kinder back then.

Do you believe the audacity of parents who would allow their city or county to put up a sign that announces "Deaf Child Area" or, worse, "Blind Child Area." I haven't seen a "Deaf-Blind Child Area," but I have to assume they're out there some where in America playing on their little side street. Can a deaf-blind child ride a bicycle? Well, they'd bump into things a lot and probably fall off a lot, but I suppose you could use a tandem bike and use them as a power source while you steered. That would keep them healthy and what? It's not like they're going to be watching television or listening to the radio, or playing games on their computer. On the other hand, it's not like you can send them out to play in the yard because they're going to bump into things and tromp on the peonies. You'd have to put up fences to keep the dears out of the roses and vegetable garden.

Yeah, I'm kinda feeling better today. I've come to the realization that the new meds keep me on a fairly even keel, but I still have problems laughing. Yet, I'm not getting that angry at stupid, f**cking drivers as much anymore. They're just a way of life, like deer running out in front of you. At least they're not elk. Those hulking beasts actually stand in the highway daring you to hit them and elk can kill. They're so big they can turn your Toyota into a squashed can of Coke. Last month I saw a Toyota post elk. The elk looked rather pristine lying dead in the granny lane, but the Corolla was truly smashed. The way everyone was acting, I imagine the driver wasn't walking away from that one.