When I see a video of someone getting hit by a train, my first reaction isn't one of sympathy or empathy, but of wonderment. Setting aside my contempt for the destructive idiocy of the masses, I am struck with genuine curiosity; "What kind of fucked up sperm-and-egg combo contributed to the stupid bastard who couldn't see coming a 100-tonne, loud-as-banshees-fucking monstrosity? Or worse, saw it coming and thought, hey, I can take that."
What kind of three-tailed, circle-swimming motherfucker of a baby-gravy tadpole could *possibly* have won out against its competitors? What set of circumstances, what kind of cosmic joke could allow someone to survive infinitely more dangerous situations - ie. eating, discovering electrical currents in the wall sockets, etc. - yet succumb to the man-made equivalent of a man-eating giant sloth? Seriously, fuck people who outrun trains, and then don't.
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I feel exactly the same way about bungee jumpers who don't "bounce back". Someone deigns to trust their entire existence on an elastic cord that is the width of an adult male's wrist. And call it recreation! I have no sympathy.
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