PPF Rants

While we at PPF do love the CTA, we have a few complaints.

ITEM ONE:
Crazy people. If you think that god (or whoever) is speaking through you, find somewhere else to share your joy. If god (or whoever) tell you to hate gay people, by the way, shut the hell up. If god (or whoever) talks to you about race relations, don't believe him/her/it. If god (or whoever) tells you you are not crazy, and that the people who think you are are in league with satan, this is a lie. Rest assured, you ARE crazy.

ITEM TWO:
Asshat men. (yes, they're a problem off the CTA, too, but usually you can avoid them by staying away from Lincoln Park bars, any lucrative job, the academy, and government; on the CTA there is no escape). Listen up, boys. We are not on the CTA to meet you. We are on transit to get from one place to another place. We're not potential girlfriends, new friends, or a potential audience for whatever little hobbyhorse you have, or long account of how great you are. Shut up.

ITEM TWO, Corrollary:
Sit in your own goddamn seat. If you feel the need to splay open you legs and display your crotch, please do it at home, in your tighty-whities, on your own couch, while whatever girl is stupid or desperate enought to date you brings you beers. While you are on the train or the bus, stay in your own goddamn seat.

ITEM TWO, corrollary to the corrollary:
If there are empty seats, don't come sit by us. Something is wrong with a man who OPTS to sit (probably touching, see corrollary level one, above) a stranger when he doesn't need to. That he chooses to sit next to a woman and not a man, by the way, just proves this. Go away.

ITEM THREE:
Equity. Why is there no decent transit on the south side? (Clearly this is a rhetorical question.)