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These old posts are a gift that keeps giving. This 2009 episode has a joke, that you probably have heard before. It is behind the Atlantic’s paywall now, but is here for free. If you want to read it, you can go to the link.
Two videos are embedded. Jingle Bell – Punjabi Tadka is a south asian take on a holiday classic. White Trash Christmas is a documentary about America’s heartland.
“I just shared a video, W***e T***h C******s. I don’t know if f******k is still giving strikes for insensitive content, so I took it down. If you want to see the video, look for my blog post later.” In 2009, facebook did not object to the phrase “White Trash.” Fifteen years later, you have to be careful what you say, or think.
The best part of this 2009 feature is the pictures. I have always enjoyed drawing mustaches on pictures. Here are facial hair enabled renderings of 2009 celebrities. Teddy Kennedy and Micheal Jackson went to a better place in 2009, followed in 2021 by Rush Limbaugh. Hillary Clinton was instrumental in the 2016 election of whatshisname. Nobody is sure what Sarah Palin is doing now.
The second feature to be recycled today is a true story. It could have been written yesterday. In the past fifteen years, the bridge over Nancy Creek has been rebuilt, and is not as treacherous as before. The rest of the roads are little better, and the drivers are worse.
Open letter to the lady in the SUV You were behind me on Johnson Ferry Road, between Peachtree Industrial and Ashford Dunwoody. You were following too close, and wandering from side to side of the lane, as if to tell me to drive faster. I was going the speed limit and was not in the mood to violate the law. It was a two lane road, and there was no need to go faster.
After the first red light, there was about two hundred feet of an extra lane. You sped around me, and got in front to turn left. You had an SUV, with bumper stickers from Emory, William and Mary, and the Human Rights Campaign Fund. I choose not to advertise on my vehicle. If I donated money to a useless outfit like HRCF, I would be quiet about it.
The next section of Johnson Ferry was a two lane road with a 35 mph speed limit. This road was built before  subdivisions and apartments, back in an era when 35 mph was pretty fast. There is a bridge at the bottom of the hill over Nancy Creek, which is kinda rough. I like to slow down a bit before crossing it. You drove fast until you came to a car ahead. You seemed to be following it too close. If there had been a need for a sudden stop, you might not have been able to stop your SUV in time.
The light at the top of the hill was green, and we went on through to the light at Peachtree Dunwoody, across from the hospitals. You were in the middle lane, and I was in the right lane, next to you at the light. All that type A driving had done you no good. The tailgating, the unsafe passing, the weaving from side to side…. all that did was make your fellow drivers nervous. You still wound up in the same place. You put the lives of others in danger, and you did not gain a thing.