The Diary of A Simple Man

Had a close call this evening; I was driving at my usual very sedate pace back from Wright's Dairy Farm (we'd almost run out of milk), when some idiot backed out across the road at high speed. I slammed on my brakes, and the gallon of milk on the passenger seat next to me flew off the seat, crashed into the dashboard, and fell on the floor. It didn't break, thank goodness, but the top was all smashed in.

I honked at the bastard, but he just took off as if nothing had happened.

Someone asked an anti-Obama question about the government owning GM (which is SOCIALISM!!!). I didn't feel like getting into it, so I was brief:

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Don't know. Don't care. If you're stupid enough to buy a GM car, you deserve whatever breakdowns you get.

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She responded that I didn't seem to like GM, so I gave her a bit that I made up long ago:

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In Japan, if a worker makes a bad car, he must ritually disembowel himself in order to extirpate the shame that he has brought upon his family. If an auto executive's company brings out a bad car, he does the same thing on national TV, so that all may see his disgrace.

In America, if a worker makes a bad car, he scratches his @ss and goes for a beer. If an executive is responsible for a bad car, he raises the price, runs more ads prominently featuring the American flag, and applies for a government bailout - which he gets. Then he turns around and uses some of that money to lobby the government to eliminate or delay safety features and fuel efficiency improvements (see Iacocca, Lee), thereby killing thousands of Americans, ruining the environment, and increasing our dependency on brutal Middle Eastern despots.

What's not to love?