Haha you and me both - I am WICKEDLY intolerant of slow people. My poor husband even copped my contempt today when he failed to solve the problem of the camper doors opening the way we want them to in a time frame that I approved of, namely, in the first ten minutes of being in the shed. The poor man moved quicker than air most days and still this isn't fast enough for me.
Australia is absolutely a god forsaken place and thank - the stars? - for that. God hasn't worked well in Ireland or many other places besides, so give me a nation of heathens. Mind you it's 41 degrees as we speak so I think we have all gone to hell.
As for political correctness, the hubs told me a hilarious joke today that started 'do you know you can't even say 'black paint' anymore?', which answered itself with something wickedly funny, but only after you looked around you to make sure no one was listening to your wicked unwokeness.
Grumpy old woman? You betcha.
I knew it! I had a feeling from your writing that you'd be one of the speedy crew.
As to religion, I believe none of it but I must say the old holy Ireland was a far more agreeable place to live. Fear of perpetual suffering sure makes for good behaviour and keeps people honest.
41 degrees? Phew! I remember 42 degrees in Cuba and it almost killed me. We're basking in an unseasonably mild 10 degrees.
10 degrees?? You'll be sunbaking rubbed in goosefat with ice in your Guinness at 11 degrees!!!