I have had a couple of emails from other people sharing with me their dislike for the Monorail “comedy routines”.

Other people have never heard them. I refer to this group of people as “Lucky Bastards”.

I have heard the routines over a hundred times each, because they haven’t changed in nearly two years.

Every day it’s the same. I know the exact spot in the track that the damn thing comes on, and with most things that are repeated ad-nauseum, you end up forming a strong hatred for them a/la Paris Hilton.

Well, the Monorail comedians are my Paris Hilton.

When I don’t have my earphones on, I will often answer them back. The answer depends on whether I am alone in the car, and what type of people are in it.

I (generally) don’t scream “Suck my ass!” when there are kids or women in the car, but if I’m alone or with people I know, I have been known to rage against these fuckers for a good 30 seconds. It usually involves ways I would like to give them physical examinations with power tools.

But some of you still don’t know what I am talking about.

So, for your listening pleasure, I give you just five brief minutes of the horror that semi-daily Monorail riders are subjected to.

After it’s over, imagine hearing it every day.

It might give you some insight into why I am the way I am.

Seriously, John McCain would be pleading to go back to the POW camp after 3 days of this shit.

Imagine how it’s effected me mentally.