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Monday, January 21, 2008

I Hate Stupid People. Just Sayin’.

In response to a late night, one car accident that took the lives of three idiots, the sister of one of the deceased had this to say:

“The thing that really makes me feel much better about this is they died doing what they loved to do — they were drinking, they were going fast and they were together,” Lorie Flaherty said. “It gives me comfort, it does, to know those three things.”

She was glad that her brother was killed drinking and driving.

What an idiot. What a foolish little girl. What a short-sighted ass.

The only thing that makes me happy is that they didn’t take anyone with them. The only redeeming factor in this is that three young people who thought it was a good idea to drink and drive--going well over 100mph in an area that I’ve heard is a 35mph zone, although, since I’m not familiar with the area, I couldn’t say with authority--have removed themselves permanently from the road. I feel safer.

Amber Dawn Kowalski was a twenty-three year old mother who cared for her year-old child and father who had Alzheimer’s. It’s good to know that Lorie Flaherty is happy that Kowalski died in such a phenomenally useless way. I’m comforted.

These three kids died dumb. Aside from safer roads, there is absolutely no good that comes from a tragedy like this--and don’t dare call it an accident. There was no accident in the decision-making that lead to this ending. Calling it a good thing and raising a glass is just a way to make something horrible even worse.

Stupid children.

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I don’t know if 21 and 23 qualify as children, really.  They were stupid adults.  Which, to my mind, makes it even more stupid.

on Jan 21 2008 @ 09:42 PM

McCaslin (at least the part near 36 and to the north) is something like 3 lanes in each direction and gentle curves for a ways. Several stop lights, though. I think you’re right about the speed limit, but it’s been a while since I’ve been up there. There are a few nice restaurants along it that I like.

on Jan 22 2008 @ 08:57 AM

Be ashamed of yourself.

I’m the younger step sister of Amber, in case you care. It’s taken me two years to get over this incident enough in order to tell you how I feel about your pathetic ass. Yes, they were doing something stupid. But you know what? IT DOES NOT NEED TO BE VOICED. How dare you be the one to voice something that is understood without one word being spoken. You’re probably a bastard driver: tailgating people down the highway, getting right on our asses at stoplights like it’ll make the light change faster, cutting people off. You have absolutely no right to be such an asshole. I hope you die in a car accident: see how many people say the exact same things about you.

on Jan 09 2010 @ 09:23 PM

So, what part of what I wrote do you actually disagree with? That you actually think was wrong? It was a stupid way to die and a stupid waste of life.

And, yes, I think it did need to be voiced. Because there are people out there who hear tripe like that and think that there’s something true to it--that, somehow, there is something comforting, honorable, or good to people dying while driving drunk. What about the people that she left behind? What about the people who loved and depended on her that she abandoned selfishly? If you are, as you say, her younger step sister (and, no, I have no reason to doubt you), then your anger is better reserved for her and her selfishness than it is for me.

If it makes you feel better to yell at me, though, then have at it. I’m resilient.

You can hope for my death, if you’d really like, but if I do die in a car accident it will more likely be because I have the misfortune to meet someone driving drunk and unsafely in the middle of the night--and that my blood will be on their hands. Then be thankful that they didn’t take anyone else with them that night.

And if you really want to be mad, then be mad about the futures that they pissed away that night. Be mad about all of the possibilities that their lives held that you’ll never get to see. That’s the damned shame of the thing.

on Jan 09 2010 @ 10:01 PM
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