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Early this morning, I got onto Hwy 76, merged as conveniently as possible into the lane, and sat in stalled traffic for 15 minutes. Right before the merge lane ran out, the person in front of me moved to the right, blocking the end of the merge lane, keeping people from driving to the end of it, and forcing themselves in at the last minute, and bypassing the slowdown in traffic. (You know .... because the rest of us are just cattle. They don't stop to think that people pulling this trick are the reason that trafic doesn't flow properly at that point of the road in the first case.) In Philly, even the passive-aggressive people are aggressive, so we get people pulling this middle of two-lanes trick, in order to aggressively reinforce proper traffic flow.

This morning, a car came right up behind the lane-blocking guy, repeatedly blew big obnoxious blasts on their horn, and finally, foolishly sped past him in the breakdown lane, jerked back in front of the lane-blocker and nearly caused him to rear-end them. Since the aggressive car was right next to me, I could clearly see the driver flip off the lane-blocker as she sped by.

The ironic part? The aggressive car, the one with the finger-flipping driver, was simply covered with Jesus paraphernalia. They had a Jesus-fish, a sticker saying "Think You're Perfect, Try Walking on Water." and an Angel on the dashboard. (They need all the help they can get, apparently.)

Right away I began to see a niche in "Jesus-marketing" that has yet to be exploited, something that would speak to both sides of this hypocrite. For an example, follow the cut...

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Whaddya think? Will I make a mint or what?

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So, after our fine young cannibal neighbors were evicted for noise a few months ago, the apartment next door has sat vacant. Until tonight, when at 7:30 PM, two young men moved a couch, a television, and a giant stereo in. By 8:30 the tunes were playing, and it kept going until I went over just now, introduced myself, and told them to knock it off. Everyone in the room looked 12 years old and had that whole clueless "where's the keg?" look. I am so stupid sometimes, moving us into the "bar" neighborhood and never moving us out. The young 'uns next door polietly listened to my request of "Not after 10 o'clock, boys," and they promised it won't happen again. But we'll see. I also wonder about the apartment management, who after the last set of hooligans drew complaints from 3 neighboring apartments, can move someone who is essentially a clone of those loosers in right away. Perhaps nobody else's check cleared?

EDIT: 03/11/05: After a week of these young'uns. I've got to add that they aren't as bad as the gentlemen that resided in yon apartment of yore. True, they play their stereo loud, but never again at the level that they played it on that first night, at least, not after 10. And since they've had cable activated, it's the TV that they play loud, not so much the stereo. So they seem to be young cannibals of their word, at least so far ... knock on wood. They also seem to have to work early, so they stay up only to midnight on the normal day. The prior batch didn't seem to have jobs, and the last batch also had no less than five or six people in the apartment at any given time. I think we we're projecting a bit of the terror that was onto these fellows.