05-28-2010, 10:17 AM
Our vehicles love eating human flesh. When some citizen is crossing a road and some vehicle happens to see him, the vehicle gets excited and loves to crush him. If lucky, he escapes. But if unlucky, he gets crushed.
Our vehicles believe that the roads are their sacred property. If some citizen tries to cross a road, he desecrates it with his dirty feet. He must be punished. When a vehicle crushes a road-crosser, it is a warning to every future road-crosser that he must not cross the road on foot. He must fly across it. Only flying can guarantee his safety.
The city buses regularly kill or injure some of the citizens trying to get from one part of the city to another part. Likewise, the inter-city buses regularly kill or injure some of the passengers travelling from one city to another. Thus the city buses and the inter-city buses have a common agenda. It is to kill or injure as many persona as possible.
Sometimes a bus dives into a ravine or crashes into another vehicle it is not something accidental. It is a deliberate suicidal act. Here is the reason. In every advanced country, there is a retirement age for every vehicle. When a vehicle attains superannuation, it is honourably retired. But we hate retiring our vehicles. Even when a vehicle grows physiologically incapable of rendering any service, we don’t retire it. We keep extracting as much labour out of it as possible. The vehicle feels extremely insulted and humiliated. In order to relieve itself of its agony, it decides to commit suicide. It either dives into a ravine or crashes into some other vehicle. The option is decided by the temperament of the vehicle.
Almost everywhere in the country, vehicles keep crashing into vehicles round the clock. Buses keep crashing into buses or other vehicles. Trucks keep crashing into trucks or other vehicles. Vans keep crashing into vans or some other vehicles. So on and so on. We are living in an age of torrential crushing and crashing.
Would you like to have a bird’s eye view of the human blood with which our vehicles drench our roads? Here is a simple device. Just keep flying over the country for a few hours and keep watching through a telescope the murderous activities of our vehicles. Very soon you might lose your eyesight and you might jump out of the plane as our vehicles jump into ravines.
Our vehicles believe that the roads are their sacred property. If some citizen tries to cross a road, he desecrates it with his dirty feet. He must be punished. When a vehicle crushes a road-crosser, it is a warning to every future road-crosser that he must not cross the road on foot. He must fly across it. Only flying can guarantee his safety.
The city buses regularly kill or injure some of the citizens trying to get from one part of the city to another part. Likewise, the inter-city buses regularly kill or injure some of the passengers travelling from one city to another. Thus the city buses and the inter-city buses have a common agenda. It is to kill or injure as many persona as possible.
Sometimes a bus dives into a ravine or crashes into another vehicle it is not something accidental. It is a deliberate suicidal act. Here is the reason. In every advanced country, there is a retirement age for every vehicle. When a vehicle attains superannuation, it is honourably retired. But we hate retiring our vehicles. Even when a vehicle grows physiologically incapable of rendering any service, we don’t retire it. We keep extracting as much labour out of it as possible. The vehicle feels extremely insulted and humiliated. In order to relieve itself of its agony, it decides to commit suicide. It either dives into a ravine or crashes into some other vehicle. The option is decided by the temperament of the vehicle.
Almost everywhere in the country, vehicles keep crashing into vehicles round the clock. Buses keep crashing into buses or other vehicles. Trucks keep crashing into trucks or other vehicles. Vans keep crashing into vans or some other vehicles. So on and so on. We are living in an age of torrential crushing and crashing.
Would you like to have a bird’s eye view of the human blood with which our vehicles drench our roads? Here is a simple device. Just keep flying over the country for a few hours and keep watching through a telescope the murderous activities of our vehicles. Very soon you might lose your eyesight and you might jump out of the plane as our vehicles jump into ravines.