... I've got to get a-way ...And away I shall!

there was once a time when a joke had described the true meaning of "frustration". It was defined as the stopping of oneself from beating the shit outta someone who really deserves it. Kinda like stopping yourself from sneezing. C'mon, we all have had experience, haven't we? How relieving is it to sneeze so loudly and at the worst opportune time that you end up spraying mucous everywhere. But no we really can't do that. we need to be nice, all the FUCKING TIME. Don't we?

How strange that we as a society have come to such a lame-assed place that the mere use of using a car horn would be considered as an act of aggression. Akin to Road Rage, it's not considered nice to "upset" your fellow driver. You know, your fellow driver that has just cut you off. Your fellow driver who didn't feel like stopping at the intersection and just kept right moving against other fellow drivers whom sit in traffic at stoplights to wait their turn to move forward.

What a FUCKING PITY it has become to vent yourself by using "sign language" toward your fellow driver who are acting like the jerk in the white house. Like him, your fellow driver doesn't give a flying fuck about you as they enter into the flow of freeway traffic doing 35mph. Nah, they're too busy having their cellphones plastered to the side of their heads, like they are THE ONLY people on the freeway/roadway/parking lot.

I've always been an aggressive driver. if my fellow automobile operator is moving too slowly, I flash my highs. I perform traditional Californian Stops at stop signs and traffic lights. Yet ever since that jerk in washington has been allowed to plunder the treasury, my fellow americans are getting obese.

It's like a good chuck of people around me just don't care that they are traveling on a road straddling two lanes and treat stop signs like suggestions.

yeah, I got road rage bad, no, no, I mean really bad. Bad enough to really want the-god-giving-right to rip someone's arm from they;re body and beat them with it til they're unrecognizable gobs of flesh at the side of the road/grocery aisle/TSA queue.

Therefore, I've decided that I must leave the Valley and get away from the morons.

I decided to go up to the Russian River Valley and spend some time amongst the redwoods. Yeah, I be goin' to Guerneville for a nice four day respite. This behr is headed for the woods in Northern Cali. No cellphone, no TV, No connectivity.

Das Behr needs to disconnect.

Das Behr needs to drop off the grid for a few days.

And that's just what I'm going to do.

peace y'all

So Sayeth Das Behr