Dillholes.

The level to which I hate those who fall into this category is indescribable. I try not to use the word 'hate' to often as it is a very strong, powerful word. But to those characters of the dillhole variety I hold strong and true to the word.

You may be wondering what prompted this little rant and I shall tell you: On Thursday, January 14, 2010 my dear, sweet and wonderful Uncle was involved in a nasty accident; motorcycle vs car. My Uncle was the one driving the motorcycle. Details of how the incident played out have yet to be seen and, likely, may never be known in their entirety. The accident occurred on a residential street in Napa. The two vehicles collided at speed which is yet to be determined. The driver of the car, sustained minimal injuries and was taken to QVH complaining of "pain". My Uncle, on the other hand was not so lucky. He sustained very serious injuries and was transported by helicopter to Santa Rosa Memorial Trauma Unit. His injuries consisted of a hip joint that had to be replaced, a broken leg, a broken scapula, four broken ribs, a punctured lung, a fractured wrist, a laceration on the head and several other breaks and fractures the family was informed would take multiple surgeries to repair. He is also battling an infection due to the punctured lung. He will be in the hospital for weeks, if not months and it will take him MONTHS to recover and we don't know to what extent he'll recover, he may end up walking with a limp or he may walk with no problem, I won't even voice the worst concern, but we will have to wait and see. He is still being kept heavily sedated. Were he not,he would be enduring unspeakable pain. The family is trying to keep it together as best as possible. My Grandparents and his wife Bonnie stay with him, daily. A tragic accident that has effected so many people.

The reason for this post is to blow off some steam. The Napa Valley Register posted the article about the accident on their website. Which is, I'm sure we'll agree, most convenient, however, they also allow the general public to make comments on these articles. And it is these comments to which I refer when I say dillholes!
One would think that when such an accident occurs, people would be sympathetic to all the parties involved. Yet, so many of these people feel the need to talk about how bad these people are. What bad drivers they are or worse yet, fabricate stories about who they are or what they were doing or what the "real" cause of the accident was. And to these people I say, you make me ill. You make me physically ill and you make me want to hunt you down and beat the ever loving crap out of you. How could you be so cruel, how could you be so disrespectful, so ignorant and so awful? I don't understand how people can just pull details out of their proverbial ass and call it fact. How do you sleep at night? How could you publicly defame the character of my Uncle, someone you don't even know? Who do you think you are? And finally, to the nephew of the other driver, who felt the need to spout complete garbage about MY Uncle...your ignorance is astounding and I pity you.

To all my wonderful friends, thank you all so very much for your prayers. They mean so much and Uncle Gary can use all the prayers he can get.

To my family, I love you all, dearly, we will get through this. Uncle Gary is a fighter and he will pull through.

To all you dillholes out there, shut your pie holes...Nobody cares about your opinion, because well, your idiocy is annoying and we don't like you...so suck it you blow hards!