Ever notice that in the nascent pop music industry many artists died in "accidents"? Might be a good MBA thesis. A well researched, empirical analysis with reliable citations of who really benefited from their deaths. My guess is (BrandiQ confirm), if one dug deep enough, uncovered the rocks with sleezy recording industry secrets hidden underneath, there's a pattern in the drug overdoses and plane wreckages.
Which brings to mind a wee difference between the musicans, the developers and programmers who create content and delivery
versus the See-Suite executives who manage Our brands.
The artists in the arts have much less blood, if any, on their hands than the artistes crafting the images of Our corporations.
Speaking of patterns, admittedly I'm not the least competitive individual. Nonetheless, I'm continually amazed at how many petrol fuelled vehicles are driven by people who seem to be so easily infuriated by me not observing traffic laws as un-assiduously as most motorists. On one occasion, at least once so far, We were going straight through an intersection. There was only one through lane, so We pedalled in the left turn only lane until the intersection, so motorised vehicles continuing straight could pass. At the intersection we merged with the traffic continuing straight. At least tried to merge.
An older driver and his partner, about as WASPish as they get in England, and that's saying a lot, began turning left into me until the passenger's window came in contact with the right bar end of my handlebars. When I paused to keep from being run over, the driver, and his matronly escort, explained that I had been in the left turn lane, therefore obliged, at least they claimed, to turn left.
Well! I stand corrected! I have yet to meet an American that dumb. I managed to stifle the urge to explain that if not for many dead Americans, they'd be goose stepping in German. If Germany had not been stymied by the Fourth Reich,
at least there'd be better traffic enforcement.
Daily, I'm stunned by the number of drivers trying to impress me with their ability to push the accelerator, particularly if their engine makes a noise resembling a person's intestinal obstructions. I'm supposed to be impressed? You're operating machines which, one hopes, will soon prove to be the apex of human stupidity. Thousands of moving parts, expelling noxious fumes, and built of many non recyclable, unsustainable materials, & yet you seem demonstrably proud of your display of your motorised vehicle outperforming my pushbike?!
On other occasions, because English countryside lanes are narrow and We often have insufficient space to pass kerbside, We pass cars on the centreline side. If i had urinated on their vehicles, drivers couldn't become more irate. They begin yelling at me, often cursing me when they catch-up to speed off.
When I'm dead, they'll have won. Well done.
