intelligensia

There is this paragraph that caught my eye when reading through this article in The Guardian that brought to sharp focus the behaviour of drivers on Nairobi roads as regards following rules only when there is a visible Police presence:

Car drivers, then, are an interesting example of a society, or a social game, where this mechanism does not apply. Like Russians under communism and after its fall, they have become anarchic individualists, held in line only by fear of punishment. They don’t see anything wrong in cheating, nor in other drivers cheating. Only in their hatred of cyclists is a vestigial mark of any moral sentiment.

Have we chosen to forego thought of the greater good and encouraged a me first attitude which worsens the traffic situation instead of making it better? The Traffic Act is there to make sure there is order and smooth traffic flow and minimise conflict among drivers, pedestrians and road furnishings. Ignoring it leads to what seems to have become the norm on or roads with traffic held up the entire day and half the night on most roads as motorists *fight* to get to their destinations.

Don’t get me started on the Traffic Police and manning roundabouts, that I will address the instant I have a couple of hours to spare, it isn’t the best use of their time when there exists better means of managing traffic around roundabouts and junctions.

Parts may have fallen overboard when they turned around the Cape of Good hope.

I have recently been engaged in a profoundly loud debate with the voices in my head recently about whether I should or shouldnt keep this blog, active at that, it still is as cathartic as it was before but the bigger problem is with so many people reading this, stalkers included, it does get mighty difficult to write about anything meaningful.

Where do you find the balance between what you can talk about on here and manage to keep your life sort of private? The line between entertainment and being killed by the girlfriend (real or imagined) about what you should have shared with her instead of the Internet. Perhaps I should acquire this affliction of not giving a fuck and just doing whatever I damn well please. Life is short, embrace mediocrity? I forget, why did i start this post again? Also will people still actually read this with Twitter, Facething and all that being all over the fucking place?

(these puns b-sharp)

Yes that back not the other kind, I’m sure you missed me but we can’t have that can we?

Call the muhfc’n police bitches we are here to take this here streets back. (Or something like that, I’m old now and mostly have no understanding of what I am on about)

Move Bitch – Luda feat. Mystical, I-20