Teenage Hormones, Bad Driving and War
When I was 16 years old, I was driving along while my girlfriend was rubbing the back of my neck. (No, really!)
Being the hormonal putz that I was, I pulled out onto a very busy street during rush hour without looking left and almost killed the both of us when a very large '70s era Ford T-boned my mom's pissant Dodge Colt at about 40 MPH. Our little car was spun around 3 or 4 times, bounced up a curb and ended up with the front bumper propped 3 feet up a telephone pole. The impact had been so severe that the gas, brake and clutch pedals were in front of the passenger seat. My head whipped sideways and cracked out the driver's window safety glass. (I found shards of glass on my pillow several months later. Yech!)
I can count on one hand the number of times that I truly came very close to being killed. This incident is near the top. Fortunately, my girlfriend, the driver of the other car and I all walked away.
My parents were pissed. I had to go to court where the case was ultimately dropped when the other driver did not show up. In all, it was a major clusterfuck that could have been a whole lot worse.
But.... after a month, my parents bought another, somewhat newer, still a piece of crap, used car.
Was it worth almost dying to get that new vehicle? Hell no! However its eventually purchase was a perfectly predictable outcome.
So, you will have to pardon me if I don't get up on the table and do a little dance every time there is encouraging news out of Iraq. Tens of thousands have died and many more have been maimed. Encouraging anarchy
has now become the official US position on Middle East policy if the country in question is not Saudi Arabia. (It seems our brilliant leaders have no better ideas.) And the political situation in Iraq, while certainly more democratic than under Saddam, is so wacked out, that they cannot even hold a damned session of the new assembly without banishing the media
and blacking out the video and audio feeds while the newly elected officials go nuts.
Yes, there just might be a better situation in Iraq in 2 or 10 years.... Maybe. It seems like a potential outcome. Regardless, this whole endeavor still is a great big giant clusterfuck.
... only Junior doesn't have his teenage libido to blame.