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Road Annoyance Edition
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Road Annoyance Edition I need to preface today's post by saying that the following is simply my personal opinion, and observation. I'm attacking nobody specifically, only a concept. I did warn people I may be writing things of a controversial nature from here on out. I suffer from Road Annoyance. This differs from Road Rage, in that I do not wish to run anybody off the road, and beat them unconscious in a ditch. I am simply left shaking my head, and wondering why humans do what we do. What has left my mind spinning on this current occasion, is Roadside Memorials left to denote the location of somebody's loved one dying in a motor vehicle accident. (If this sounds like it encompasses your own life, you may want to leave now, because the rest will just piss you off.) I think the aspect of these roadside shrines to dead people which annoys me, is the complete arbitrariness of them. Aside from large group (war veterans/mine collapse etc...) memorials, the sides of roads and highways seems to be the only place where individual deaths are remembered in a way which is displayed for all of us without a clue to share in as well. I know it may sound a bit blunt, but if I didn't know young Billy Turncrank, I probably don't give a shit that he wrapped himself around an oak tree on the side of 95 after a wild party. Why should I have to see the ever expanding circle of flowers, cards, signs, pictures, and other crap left behind? People die everywhere, but for some arbitrary reason, car fatalities are typically the only locations which get polluted with these death memorials. I've never seen a collection of flowers, cards, pictures, and candles set up near the olive cart in a grocery store where John Finkinbinkin had a heart attack. I've never seen a shrine built on an inner tube and left to float in a public swimming pool where Sara Joe Murphlips caught a cramp in the deep end and drowned.  What is it about those car crashes which sets them apart? Is it simply the fact that it's usually city or state land, and an individual isn't telling these people to kick rocks as they try to erect their memorial on personal property? If it has something to do with remembering the location of a loved one's demise, and it involved a car accident, then they more than likely died inside the car. Why not find which scrap yard the car was towed to, and erect your shrine inside the rusting remains of the vehicle? It would be more appropriate. If ghosts haunt the houses in which they lived while they were alive, then wouldn't the spirit of the oak tree-wrapped-around, beer shot-gunning, teenaged tragedy still reside within the crumpled husk of their Ford Escort? The logic seems sound to me. I don't imagine this topic will spark much interest in anybody, but it's what was on my mind as I started typing. I hope everybody enjoyed their day of celebration and fireworks. BEAST OUT |
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I don't really have anything against the people who do these things. Everybody needs some sort of grieving process. It's just always annoyed me that car accidents alone seem to generate these things. I don't live in an inner city... So maybe some shooting sites are also given the same treatment.
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Now I'm hoping I cash out by falling off a roof, and landing on a fat man who survives the impact. From then on, I want those who remember me to make him wear a big hat with artificial flowers all over it, a festive Hawaiian shirt, and a framed picture of me on a gold chain around his neck. I will be a part of the world's first, mobile, human/death memorial hybrid.
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I've written entire blog posts on my phone while driving, all while not swerving or slowing down. I'm actually getting annoyed by all the anti-texting ads out there. I find it no more distracting than changing the radio station or adjusting the temperature. As long as you maintain road awareness, you're fine. Then again.... I've had to drive a high speed patrol boat alongside large ships at 10 knots while using a VHF radio, controlling throttle and steering, while other human beings climb down a rope ladder to get onto my boat during rough seas. Texting is a cake walk compared to that.
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i see lots of these things on the drive down from work. inevitable white cross with a hard hat on it. little do they know that the asshole was coked out of his mind and tried to pass a semi and smashed into another semi. not worth the time to figure it out. i shake my head.
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i see lots of these things on the drive down from work. inevitable white cross with a hard hat on it. little do they know that the asshole was coked out of his mind and tried to pass a semi and smashed into another semi. not worth the time to figure it out. i shake my head.
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Have you ever noticed how there are very few Star of David memorials on roadways? Does this mean - (a) Jewish people are just better drivers than Christians; (b) Jewish people hate their dead and refuse to memorialize them; (c) Jewish people just are just as crappy at driving as Christians, but don't get quite as maudlin about death; or (d) Jewish people all drive Volvos? I'm sure the answer is in their somewhere... karlbloggerfeld - Dry-humping your legs since 2007.
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7/5/2012 6:51 pm |
I'm with you on this one, Beast! I'm tired of seeing the roadside shrines. We are supposed to memorialize our loved ones in cemeteries, not along the highway!
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Have you ever noticed how there are very few Star of David memorials on roadways? Does this mean - (a) Jewish people are just better drivers than Christians; (b) Jewish people hate their dead and refuse to memorialize them; (c) Jewish people just are just as crappy at driving as Christians, but don't get quite as maudlin about death; or (d) Jewish people all drive Volvos? I'm sure the answer is in their somewhere... 
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I'm with you on this one, Beast! I'm tired of seeing the roadside shrines. We are supposed to memorialize our loved ones in cemeteries, not along the highway! I think we should just cremate everybody. Sure..... the would be no chance to exhume a body after years to solve a crime, but the chances of the dead rising to eat living flesh would be enormously reduced. It always creeps me out a bit to think that 6 feet down, parts of my father are just laying there in a suit, probably looking quite messy.
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Shit, Jeep... if it were up to me, we wouldn't bother with cemetaries either. How much good land is taken up with boxes holding the putrified remains of folks? I think we should just cremate everybody. Sure..... the would be no chance to exhume a body after years to solve a crime, but the chances of the dead rising to eat living flesh would be enormously reduced. It always creeps me out a bit to think that 6 feet down, parts of my father are just laying there in a suit, probably looking quite messy. I still imagine the stench of the melting "fabric". [image] (this is not my dad, btw. Way too much hair on the head, not enough elsewhere) I am the only Me you get.
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I suppose I am the only sentimental one in the bunch...and while I'm not a particular fan of the roadside memorials, I do take a moment to wish peace to those left behind in the passing. Grief is a strange thing and every person deals with their grief in different ways. If it does no harm to others and eases someone's pain, then I really don't mind. But then you know how inner-gooey I am anyway. Yes? I make mistakes, I am out of control & at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best. ~Marilyn
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I suppose I am the only sentimental one in the bunch...and while I'm not a particular fan of the roadside memorials, I do take a moment to wish peace to those left behind in the passing. Grief is a strange thing and every person deals with their grief in different ways. If it does no harm to others and eases someone's pain, then I really don't mind. But then you know how inner-gooey I am anyway. Yes?
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