is over. Today’s journal is being written in the confined conditions of an Allegiant 737-8200. This is a no frills airline and this flight is three hours late. I paid for priority boarding, but did I get that? NO. Thanks to the incompetent monkeys at the check in counter and then later on a storm, followed by more incompetence from the scared monkeys who load the plane who didn’t want to get struck by lightning, even though other people were quite happy to wander about the tarmac after the storm was well over, so this is where we are.
Someone did reluctantly bring out a couple of passenger’s bags and dumped them on the tarmac in the rain for about 20 minutes. There was a covered wagon right there that they could go into, but we’re dealing with uniquely stupid individuals here. It’s the last day of the vacation and I’m quite happy that this is the case.
It’s exhausting driving around Florida in this heat, even with air-conditioning, and more so when you are driving a rental shit wagon like the 2025 Nissan Rogue. A more awful pozzed piece o’ crap you’re unlikely to find. If I seem a little bit annoyed I’m entitled to be. I FUCKING HATE FUCKING AIRPORTS. Especially the pointless, useless fucking TSA component. George Bush’s job creation program for idiots after the 9-11 horse shit psyop. Haven’t ever found one terrorist, probably never will. It’s called security theater. It’s a dull show, 0 out 10 review.
Away from the crowds, Florida is very nice
But let me get back to the Nissan Rogue because this will be somewhat of a car review among other things. This shit box/wagon has a few good points. It’s incredibly cheap on gas and has good acceleration, but that’s about where it ends. The fucking thing has been so crippled by the “save the planet” enviro-nuts that it’s more annoying to be in it, than not.
In Florida’s hot weather you need the a/c to work, especially when it’s 97 degrees outside like it was yesterday. When you’re driving along the freeway it’s always too fucking cold on any setting and you can’t turn it down by any measurable level. The temp controls act like they are there just for show, they don’t seem to change anything. It’s either the North Pole or off.
This lovely passenger was shakin’ dat booty in the departure lounge before the flight
By default it seems to be on freezing, and one of the vents which, try as I might, I could not close off, is right below the controls of the audio system. Try speed changing radio channels continually when your fingers are getting frozen, it’s not fun. At the other end of the spectrum when you are stuck in traffic and it’s still 97 f outside, the car’s engine stops completely (to save the planet) and the a/c does as well. The fuck?
This can’t be changed as far as I know. It’s fucking retarded is what it is. On top of that the stupid thing has some kind of lane warning feature that will wobble the wheels if you stray anywhere near the edge of your lane. This is not dangerous at all. /sarc. If you’re so stupid that you need something like that to keep you in your lane, maybe you shouldn’t be driving in the first place.
Highway One to Key West is just one lane for part of the way
Other highlights are the nagging “safety” messages on the dashboard. I’d been at the wheel for about 2 1/2 hours when a notice popped up on the screen. “Time for a break?” It wasn’t time for a break and I’ll decide when, thank you. Oh, and it continually tells you to check the back seat every time you stop and get out. I guess I could have an imaginary baby sitting back there but I didn’t.
It’s the very definition of a shit wagon, but the manufacturer’s have given the exhaust a masculine note so that you might kid yourself into believing you’re driving a performance sports car. Thanks, but my Porsche sounds like the real thing, because it is.
Anyhoo, I’ll write some more about the amazing trip as the week goes on…. if I can stand it. The more I am subjected to the Idiocracy mutt land of stupidity that is society today in public places like airports the less I enjoy it.
Good Day
The Three Stooges butcher up “Everybody’s Talkin’ at Me”