alright heres my attempt to dictate for you guys:
"the anger came on a powder day, of all days. it was one of those days that is all about the flow. deep snow was waiting. a RANT! should never happen on a powder day. gratitude should prevail; nonetheless, the ange came and im not proud of it, but it did. i was in traffic and teh SUV in front of me was moving very slow and puping his brakes in stacatto bursts for no reason. and he was in the passing lane on his cellphone - cloggin' the flow. i snapped
This is a f-you to every jackass that drives too slow in the left lane and won't GET THE F*%^ over! when you finally get to where you are going, i hope you find it burned to the ground.
Furthermore, this is the middle finger to every old school mental midget who criticizes park skiing without ever getting into a halfpipe or testing themselves on a rail. untuck your shirt, throw away your Manheim Steamroller cassete, finish your bag of carob and barley-vittles and try something new and cool. your no fun, and thats why no one likes you.
Moreover, this is an unflushed swirlie to every little baggy-pant wearing free-tard who talks shit about a World Cup racer or bump skier in total ignorance of what it takes to succeed at that athletic level. have another bong hit and enjoy and enjoy that bowl of Lucky Charms, moron. Daron Rahlves and Bode Miller were up four hours ago and are already done with workout number three for the day. they will make more money, see more palces and hook up with more hot chicks this month than you will in a lifetime. they have goals and discipline. you have bowls and Ritalin. spraying painting your personal "tag" on a hoodie and playing Playstation until it snows isn't creative and irreverent. its called being lazy. may you have cottonmouth forever and still be living in your parents basement on your 40th birthday.
This is to the johnny-come-lately who think they were the first to score a season pass at their local hill and cant stop talking shit. guess waht? youve just moved here. show some respect for those who arrived first and keep your mouth shut. you might actually learn something if you stop talking and start to listen. if you dont, i wish a 20 foot long tapeworm in your small intestine.
this is to those who head into the backcountry without an avalanche transceiver, sovel, probe, and the knowledge to use them. your not only stupid, but Darwin is about to have his way with you. calling you a moron is an insult to morons.
this RANT! is for the locals who think that just because theyre locals theyre better than everyone else. guess what? your not. that tourist from new york is the CEO of a major company and oversees thousands of employees. just becuase you ski better than him doesnt mean youre a better person. your not. youve just chosen your road and its different than his. for you and your "localmotion" i pray that you catch a bad case of scabies from the next tourist you hook up with.
But back to the jackhelmet in the passing lane. a lesson for everyone that likes to chill in the left lane: this lane exists for fast traffic to move around slower traffic. reference the Autobahn for this principle of unimpeded high-speed traffic flow. for the rest of you, there is no simple solution for your moron behavior, but a good start might be something that i realized when i got where i was going- and the powder was still there- my RANT! unnecessary; go with the flow."