Here's some required listening as to the state of affairs of the atrocious goings-on in the Democratic party.
Ladies and Gents, when you have a New York Democrat spitting mad because he was engineered out of office so Health Care Takeover has a chance of happening, I'd say your chances of a rosy November election cycle are.. remote.
When this becomes an instructional video, rather than the blatantly freaking obvious to any driver, I think it's time to buy a goddamn helicopter and be done with it.
This, evidently, is how far it's come in the 16-ought years since I became a duly licensed motorist. (And, I'll admit, some while after I actually started driving) When I was a lad, there were occasionally careless motorists. Every so often, someone would fall asleep at the wheel, or be drunk off their wazoo, or just plain not paying attention. And they'd crash, those of us who weren't idiots would mock them, and life would go on.
It would appear that in less than two decades, that generally amiable degree of aptitude of the average motorist has completely, entirely gone the way of the public school system. I mean, honestly, what kind of a complete effing idiot do you have to be not to grasp these simple concepts, and be all together overcome by The Vapors when something unexpected happens to your vehicle? How utterly inept must one be to actually operate a motor vehicle without the least iota of how to control the bloody thing, much less how it works?
Not long ago, I was rather aggressively against increasing requirements to get a license, via graduated licensing for youths or what have you. I liked, and do like the entirely American concept of jumping into your car and barreling a thousand miles down the highway with no particular destination in mind, without having spent several years in a bureaucratic Finnish or German style nightmare, because we're one of the very few nations in the world with the freedom to do so.
However, when I was a kid, driving was still seen as a skill. Something of an art. Something you endeavored to better yourself at. For some, perhaps in some places still a majority, I suppose it still is. But the fact that we have enough complete freaking morons in the world so that even a few dozen of them manage to spam themselves because they honestly haven't got the first damn clue that the brakes on their car will in fact work when it is accelerating, or that yes, indeed, you can disengage a gear while accelerating, is entirely beyond my comprehension.
It would seem that thanks not only to an ever decreasing licensing standard, but also to an ever increasing removal of a given driver from the act of driving, we are in effect spiraling toward a nation whose motorists are primarily comprised of people who, by any measure, do not know how to drive, and could not be bothered to learn nor in any way be interested in the concept.
Used to be, when I was a kid, there was a solution for these people: Busses. Small wonder then that the ubiquitous soccer mom piloted SUV so resembles one these days. posted by Mr. Lion
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| Thursday, March 4 2010 |
Required Viewing.
I really need to have an adult beverage with Bill Whittle sometime. this is probably the most concise summarization of my own views on glow-ball warming I've ever seen.
