Traffic planning

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I would like to cunt traffic “planners”.

These oxygen thiefs hate cars so much – they are undoubtedly all spiteful small-minded creeps who probably use public transport or bicycles – that their junction control programming hold up the flow of traffic for no reason. Sets of traffic lights with pedestrian crossings are timed so much in favour of the walkers that few cars escape in the 20 seconds they’re given, before the peds get another 3 minutes, plus another 10 seconds on top with all lights on red, presumably just in case a paraplegic is rolling slowly across the road. The frustration caused has led to many accidents, as drivers take risks to escape their imprisonment.

Bloody useless cunts!

Nominated by: Ed P

16 thoughts on “Traffic planning

  1. I would like to nominate ‘Scouse’s.

    Scouse’s are truly; thieving, lying, scrounging, lazy, thick-as-shit, whinging, unemployed (don’t want to work), etc, etc, sad football obsessed CUNTS..

    I had always given the scum scouse cunts the benefit of the doubt until I rented a place from a pair of the fuckers.

    Long story short, the cunts ripped me off big style after I thought they were “nice people”.

    Ps; I also think the cunts are responsible for (so called) global warming and the rise of the (so called) ISIS…

    • Cunts nicked all the ozone
      and all the books on Western philosophy
      and your deposit presumably

    • From the accent that sounds like a rusty wheel spinning in a Tuba full of phlegm, to their ability to fight amongst themselves about who is going to steal what from a car left in a car park for ten minutes, while the owner casually gets in and drives off.

      They truly are the scum of the UK.

      Self pitying, worthless, unemployable, shell suit wearing, dole scrounging, theiving, dishonest, benefit breeding, back stabbing, drawn on eyebrow, council estate dwelling scum.

      Have you noticed that everyone checks their wallet, or holds on tighter to their handbag the second a scouse accent is heard nearby?

  2. Sir. I think you do traffic planners a disservice. I know from first hand experience that they and their guide dogs put in a tremendous amount of work and working within the limitations of their disabilities perform a sterling service. Have you tried drawing a town centre plan without opposable thumbs? Thought not. Here’s the result:

    http://www.examiner.co.uk/news/west-yorkshire-news/huddersfield-bus-gates-taxi-firms-10818751

    Talk about give a dog a bad name. When asked about the extended pedestrian crossing cycle he replied: “Sniff my hairy blond arse!”

    Yup. They’re Cunts!

    • A mate of mine designed the one-way system in Hounslow about 20 years ago – about a month before it went live the cunt moved to Somerset. he always did have a sense of humour

  3. Here in the Democratic Peoples Republic of Manchestergrad, the council has “improved” the main road outside my house. How? by removing 12 feet from the width of the road to allow the installation of barricades, bollards and cycle lanes. Busses cannot now pass one another when approaching from opposite directions but we proles are informed by the inner party members that this is an improvement to encourage us to use public transport while they use their Zil Limousine lanes safely away from the plebs.

    • Perhaps some of the more morbidly obese will decide to walk, then when they keel over fatally they can used as sandbags when the next flood comes

  4. Philip Hammond (Foreign Secretary) is a mega-cunt.
    He moans at Russia, Syrian Govts. ally) for attacking anti-Assad forces as this helps ISIL, or whatever the fuck they’re called this month. He says fuckall about Turkey/Erdogan (our NATO ally) bombing the shit out the Kurds wherever he can get at them be it in Syria or Turkey, when it’s pretty much accepted that the most effective anti-ISIL force is the Kurds. Mind you Asasd’s a cunt as well (and Putin) , if he had any sense he’d make enough concessions to the Kurds that it would make his life a bit simpler.
    Having said that bring on more refugee/migrants to UK, eventually – tories love ’em because they push up the rents for their buy-to-let demographic, labour love ’em so they can nick their postal vote.
    A plague on both their houses

  5. The useless cunting turds at the council round here just use “road improvements” as a way to drop fuck knows how many squillions of our money on self aggrandisement projects. “Look at me with my fucking BSc or MA, I’m the spastic cunt who dug up your fucking roads, then built ANOTHER FUCKING ROAD, just like the last one”! But with about a hundred meters of pavement, that no cunt ever steps foot on because they’re trying to drive on the bastard road that the cunts have been ploughing up for about a century! Er, Swansea city council maybe?

  6. On a similar note I nominate the latest fad of 50mph speed restrictions on long stretches of motorway for no fucking reason except to raise money via average speed cameras. These restrictions are appearing all over the place and are usually accompanied by the closing off of the hard shoulder to create the illusion of road works in progress . Now even if the cunting hard shoulder is closed off there is no reason in fuck to lower the speed limit as duel carriageways exist perfectly happily without a hard fucking shoulder yet enjoy a 70 mph speed limit. Fuck the greedy cunts who approve and implement this fucking disgrace. Cunts.

    • Oh dear – Dr Spellchecker ranting on again. Either this is a genuine Private Eye windup or an escapee from Ashworth. Get a grip old boy, you seem to be letting the side down, really badly.

  7. Let’s say you have 2 motorways connected by a small stretch of road. What is the fucking point in having 3 sets of roadworks on all three fucking roads? All lasting for 18 months. Can they not get the useless cunts to work on one stretch for 6 months at a time, thus leaving the other 2 open for me to drive on at dangerous speeds? The tarmac snorting halfwits would still screw 18 months of drinking tea and masturbating in their vans out of the tax payer, whilst the rest of us could get home earlier. To have a cuppa and a wank.

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