did anyonedoes anyone think aside from himself that Boeing might consider ordering a recall of its 737 Max 8 aircraft 

two of its aircraft have dropped out of the sky inside of six months inside of two years of deployment killing 346 innocent people 

        yacant put those numbers on par with people killed in the United States by police not to be stupid about it gotta figurin in suicide-by-police  yet Boeing has an unmitigated obligation 

YES  Boeing can artfully manipulate and distance itself  publicly announce theyre not responsible for maintaining their products once theyre sold   

I mean  theyre not Hyundais or Kias bursting into flames

                                                             but the celebrated “workhorse of the world” Boeing 737s – the older 737s – their Max 8s shouldnt be dropping out of the sky like birdshit

somebodysome country ought to make Boeing step up to the plate

they may think theyre too big

no companys too big

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https://apnews.com/537d562d9fd94cbd86e708dbb2ed3a55

https://www.cnn.com/2019/03/10/africa/ethiopian-airlines-crash-boeing-max-8-intl/index.html

he went down the ramp onto the 101 off San Anselmo which would always reminded him of Hemingways From Whom the Bell Tolls  he was comforted whenever he drove on it

halfway down the ramp overlooking traffic north for at least a mile he saw a mile of red taillights braked in both lanes 

he said Somebody better be dead  a knee-jerk reaction

it had bothered his wife when she overheard him

it bothered his daughters when they overheard him

Christ Dad  somebody better be dead   What a horrible thing to say

he doubled down If somebodys making me sit in this traffic they better be dead

MyGod If Mom heard you say that they said

MyGod If your children heard you speak like that his wife said

there was no if about it theyd hear he wasnt apologising

they didnt know him when he lived in Chicago and drove a furniture delivery truck on the Kennedy Interstate 90 Interstates 94 and 190 the Dan Ryan the Eisenhower 

thats where the words came from

and more often than not they were true

there was plenty of blood on the road

he often drove across rivulets of blood

it sounded like he was going over sticky tar

bodies were big bags of blood that were punctured by steering wheels or heads were broken by windshields or blood seeped out of meaty things which he had no idea what they werewhat he was looking at        

he lived in the sticks

he and his wife sought to live there

living in the sticks meant he shouldnt have to contend with traffic let alone traffic at a standstill in a pounding rain

he lived in the sticks so he didnt have to say

                                                Somebody better be dead

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if the rain wasnt bad enoughmaking him late for work people were behind the wheel at their cellfones  bluelights bathed the inside of their windshields and because they could do no more than idle forward they neglected to watch where theyre goinghorns BARKed they were shockedsurprised they had wandered across dividing lines  idling people were in no mood of giving way he could smell the angst through his cracked window above the belching gray exhaust streaming from tailpipes on sunny days you never see that shit its there nonetheless

he made a bet with himself

                             itd probably take him fortyfive minutes FUCK! fifty minutesfifty minutes to drive the eight miles he had to go to get to work fifty minutes of his life sitting on his ass inside a car in the rain

he had half a mind to play with his dick

he left several car lengths ahead of himself between him and the vehicle he trailed

it always was too much for some wisenheimer in the lefthand lane figuring theyd lurch hard right into his lane and make up a cars lengthmebbe two lengths ahead of where they were evidently trying to dissuade themselves that they werent a rat in a cage FUCK YOU Pick up your hard cheese an eat it 

in the ten-minute-not-a-half-mile idle four cars lurched in front of him  two pickups two sedans  all late models 

only the last peeved him

there was no difference between the four except the last had an In Loving Memory decal centered low on their rear windshield

he didnt bother to read in whos memoryhe was pretty fucking sure the departed wasnt clever enough to have submitted in their Last Will and Testament an ardent desire to be remembered via a decal on their loved ones vehicles their names emblazoned their birth and death dates configured the decal amended by happy angel wings Celtic crosses upturned praying hands cowboys boots Marine insigna BROTHER horseshoes if it were he hed have widespread soles of a womans shoes pointing up an separated by a mans soles pointing down between hers 

the decals were about as attractive as a tramp stamp What nonsense whawere they thinking sold a bill of goods  It has erotic appeal! its as erotic as toilet paper stuck to the bottom of ones shoe or the misfortune of a skirt tucked up inside ones pantyhose

in order to dampen his ire he left approximately four car lengths between him and it  the decal lost in the silver of the rain and the wash of exhaust  a mirage   a mindfuck

where theres a will theres a way

maybe he would play with his dick

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Smashing Pumpkins  Rat in the Cage  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8BjKQkym8w