Red Bull Blows, Picard Still Rocks

Last night's championship race at Abu Dhabi was a killer. Really, I almost died.

First, Schumacher spins out for no reason and has that Force India driver smash into him.
Then Alonso falls behind, pits early and gets stuck behind traffic, letting Vettel go through the race in 1st.
It got a bit exciting when Hamilton probably realised he can't let Vettel win this thing or it'll take his 'youngest F1 champion' record away.
I really don't care that Ferrari lost. Ferrari sucks. But Alonso, you're a bitch. And I lost money betting on you. 
Get lost. Go back to Renault, you yellow lillied loser.

McLaren, you drove hard. Alonso, you're a bitch. Vettel. Congrats.

5 months until another season. A McLaren season. Make it so.

Found this on the net today; a small nugget of consolation in a tremendous post-season depression.
LOL @ Deanna.
Picard

Brazilian mob obviously not F1 fans:

Ok. This is personal. Apparently some armed Brazilian gang tried attacking Jenson Button’s car on the way to his hotel after qualifying yesterday at the Interlagos circuit. Those. Dumb. Bastards.

Here’s why the wannabe hijackers couldn’t’ve been anything other than a group of mentally challenged youths, taken advantage of by some sadistic bastard that thought giving ‘tards machine guns would be a laugh –

If you’re competent you know:

1.     You’re on foot; you don’t go against an F1 driver in an armoured car (especially not the reigning champ!).

2.     Ok, you’re on foot, but you have machine guns. Seriously? You can blow out a couple tyres at least.

3.     You don’t fuck with McLaren. If you’re going to fuck with McLaren, at least go for Lewis Hamilton; he’s actually got a shot at winning the championship…

4.     You already knew you couldn’t go after Hamilton (see #3). You’d try and take down Alonso or one of those Red Bull buggers.

5.     If you’re going against an F1 driver on foot, you have no aim (even with a machine gun), you ain’t going after the one guy in the top five that has no chance this year; you’re gunning for someone that’ll win you enough dough with your bookie to get your ass bail.

Get a job, haters.

And watch the race in four hours. You might learn something.