Keptquisling’s Weblog

The traffic situation in this country seems to have gotten better as of late, wherein as before, one spends four hours stuck in an intersection, waiting for the negotiations of the guys in front of you to finish determining whose ass is bigger, now we have a fifty-fifty chance of sitting in traffic for hours for what should be a thirty minute bus ride or nearly meeting death while riding in a dilapidated hulking piece of metal meant to fulfill the driver’s Nascar delusions.

Of course, the second choice’s preferable as I’d like to have enough time to sleep when I get home, so imagine my frustration when I got onto the latter, and wasted my time away while the turtle-neck-chicken-fucker-driver stopped every five yards whilst his idiot smirking colleague screamed at pedestrians asking them why they aren’t getting on his stupid bus. You see, in this country, we don’t have schedules for our busses, we barely have enough traffic enforcers, and when we do have enough traffic guys, the transport unions whine incessantly why they’re being fined for breaking traffic regulations.

So drivers here can pretty much do whatever they want, especially drivers with huge freakin pieces of seven-ton machinery capable of going one hundred miles an hour, that can make puddles of goo out of you and your friends if you happened to be in their way. So, as a public service announcement, to anyone or anybody ever thinking about stepping into Philippine soil, avoid these bus lines at all costs, JMK, and Phil Corinthian. But if you’re a tourist and would like to view the spectacle of typical Filipino irrationality, go right ahead.