Yesterday, in a pointless discussion about driverless cars and Tesla among the cigar-smoking brainiacs in the backroom (audible over the sound of the buffing wheel), one of these exemplars of American intellect opined "trains don't have accidents".
Arguing in favour of Teslas, apparently.
Reminded me of this song:
THE WRECK OF THE OLD NINETY SEVEN
[SOURCE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VNo0cGi1xZU.]
One of the more intelligent of the boys in the back, Harry, could never own a Tesla because apparently it has a giant console on the dashboard. Like an Apple. It is too computerish, and lacks the proper feel of a car. He also loves his typewriter and pounds his underwear clean with rocks.
David mercifully stayed out of the discussion. He would have claimed that Obama or Pelosi was behind the idea, and that the Democrats favoured driverless cars to control the country.
That holds for everything, by the way. Vaccinations, solar energy, truth in advertising, the affordable care act, public eduction, and kittens.
Which are all evil.
Harry comes everyday because he likes poking people with a sharp stick.
David comes because it is lonely out in the desert.
Art visits to stir up sh*t.
And Jeff ...
Jeff has no testicles, and it takes him ten minutes to pee.
They are his emotional support group.
Richard is just visiting from outer space.
Eventually he will go home.
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