Bicycle monkey JASON MARSHALL is a murderer. A killer. He should be EXECUTED.

Can you imagine getting a police call telling you your wife...healthy and happy hours ago...has been killed?

Killed? How? Oh, she was having a little entertainment. A little relaxation. She was in CENTRAL PARK.

Oh. No. No. A mugger?

NOPE, she was struck and killed by a gorilla on wheels. A joyrider. An arrogant monkey named Jason Marshall who was getting his thrills by shouting "GET Out OF THE WAY" while going down a road restricted to bicyclists. By doing what all bike riders do...ride on the wrong side, run rampant, ignore the rules. Show contempt for anyone who isn't a time-wasting BIKER asshole with wheels between the legs.

This bike had NO BRAKES. That's the kind of crazy "racing" weapon it is.

Of course, news sources being shit these days, the Daily News did NOT report that the bike had no brakes. Only the Post got an eye-witness to confirm this:

"Marshall was hunched over the brakeless, triathlon-style “aerobars” attached to the handlebars of his high-performance, yellow and black ride..." And the 59 year-old woman, who was a suburban mom from Connecticut in town to buy her daughter a birthday present?

“She went down pretty hard,” according to the eye-witness. “The right side of her face looked very bad. There was blood all over her.”

She is brain dead. Pull the plug and bury the lady.

You know what's going on, of course...assholes-on-wheels are defending Gorilla Ugly JASON MARSHALL the KILLER...JASON MARSHALL the disgusting speed-mad monkey. JASON MARSHALL the MURDERER.

They're saying that the woman had to have been some lah-dee-dah fool, not to pay attention and avoid a SPEEDING BICYCLIST swerving madly like a rabid fucking mandrill.

They're leaving comments about how it's SO HARD for bikers to have their FUN in the CROWDED CITY, because pedestrians have the nerve to walk slowly and not get OUT OF THE WAY or understand a shout of "HEADS UP" or the tweet of a whistle as some maniac comes racing at them.

Hell, pedestrians are SO fucking stupid...they should always be swerving their heads 360 degrees, more than owls can, because bikers are prone to COME AT THEM FROM THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION.

Oh well. Lah-dee-dah to the lady, and let's not even fine the ugly gorilla bastard JASON MARSHALL. Let's kiss his black ass, and put him back on his bicycle like the trained simian he is, and wish him good luck in murdering more silly old white women.

Silly, silly 59 year-old woman...she lived long enough. JASON MARSHALL, gorilla boy, is only 31. He has a LOT of years left to kill more people.

Riding a bike in Central Park, for most of the arrogant gorillas, is NOT intended to be a relaxing, easy-going ride in the park. It's a fucking competition. It's Le Mans. It's Daytona Beach. It's an adrenaline rush. It's an ego game of wearing the most daunting outfits and riding the most expensive, tricked out set of wheels. It's a power game, and the more people you can intimidate and force to literally run for their lives, the better.

You want to deny that monkey gorilla shit-faced son of a bitch JASON MARSHALL, psycho biker of the year, didn't laugh to himself every time some whitey hustled out of his way? "OUT OF THE WAY! OUT OF THE WAY!" he bellow from his BRAKELESS BIKE.

Naturally, selfish stupid monkey morons on wheels have ZERO tolerance for pedestrians, and with "better things to do," there's a severe shortage of police in Central Park. Yes, there actually is a "precinct" in Central Park, since the fucking park is a bigger space than most any district in Manhattan...but are there cops riding around ticketing bikers and confiscating their wheels? Uh, no, obviously not.

NYC like most, does not require bikes to be licensed. Idiot monkeys who deliver their stinky ethnic food take-away race all over the place, on sidewalks, against the lights, against traffic...whiz by people, smack into them...and it's ok. This takes place on streets and sidewalks that should be safe for pedestrians.

So why expect it to be any better in Central Park, which is supposed to be an "amusement" park for idiots? It's got a minor reputation for sunbathing, nature paths, bird-watching, and sight-seeing...but it's being overrun by shit-brains on bikes...homeless crap piles...and deranged low-IQ scumbags.

The fact is, Central Park is once again in decline.

Back in the 70's and 80's, it had the reputation for being a danger zone. Go there at your own risk. You could be mugged, raped or killed. Then, during the tougher eras of Giuliani and Bloomberg, police were forced to deal with "quality of life" issues. The park became relatively safe.

So what's happened? Overpopulation of monkeys, for one thing. It's a "lifestyle" issue, vs "quality of life." What if you're from some monkey part of the world where banging a drum is your fun? Why, you should be allowed to go to Central Park and bang on de drums all day. If your monkey ethnic ways include chanting and yelling, go ahead. If you want to set up a picnic with smelly food and a zillion brats running around like savages, go ahead.

If you're a hippie dippie drug-addict loser, go over to "Strawberry Fields"and make a nuisance of yourself. Hassle the tourists. Panhandle. Sell pot. In between stinking outrages, sit on a bench and chant "Give Peace of Chance," and then go back to destroying the peace of anyone trying to contemplate John Lennon.

Let the crazies out of jail so they can flash old women who were bird watching...and bring them literally down to Earth by chasing them down and raping them up the ass. "You took a picture of me," screamed one mental case, who recognized an old lady who liked to take telephoto-lens pictures of birds, and raped her the next time they met.

So here we have the monkey Jason Marshall. Jason is a devil's name. Never known anyone named JASON who was not a mental case or a piece of shit. All you can say for him is that he actually stopped. Probably because his bike was bent up from the collision.

So who is to blame for all of this? The warthog mayor, Bill DeBlasio who is married to a black woman, has black children, and is very sensitive to allowing minorities to do as they damn well please. Ethnic pride? Sure, even at the expense of common sense.

Then there's the "I've got it, you take it" world of bureaucracy that has once again gotten totally out of hand. WHO is in charge of keeping bikers from terrorizing Park dwellers and tourists? The cops have the power to write tickets and they don't bother. The "Department of Transportation" is a joke. And then there's the Do-Gooder group called the "Central Park Conservancy." They are the Liberals and the concerned citizens who are mostly volunteers, and who pick up the trash that the Sanitation Department misses, and do the horticultural work that the city can't pay gardeners to do, and stand around advising tourists on where to do and what to see...because the city can't afford to pay guides.

These people have NO power at all. Not even the few in uniform who actually get paid a minimum wage. They carry no weapons. They have no authority to write a ticket. All they can do is feebly tell people, "Don't smoke, please...don't pick the flowers...don't chase the squirrels...keep the dog on the leash...STAY ON THE BIKE PATH." What do they usually get? A big FUCK YOU.

So a woman who wanted to enjoy peace and quiet in Central Park will now rest in peace, six feet under, in a cemetery somewhere. And Jason Marshall will get his bike fixed and go right back to his FUN of speeding around the park like a daredevil. He'll find some way to find fault with the old white woman, rationalize that her number was up, and maybe go take his sax and wail some funky blues for her...at 2 in the morning when his neighbors are trying to sleep.

Vehicular manslaughter. Accident. Uh, a ticket maybe for unsafe riding in Central Park. Jason is not going to get what he deserves to get, and the incident will NOT lead to cops cracking down on these biker simians, not even for one fucking day.