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POTHOLES
This pet peeve is in the way of speculation born of wonderment. I am sure the truth will remain hidden far into eternity. Here is what it is. I live in an area riddled with potholes. It is not poverty row, nor is it millionaires' alley. Taxes are a bit steep. Potholes are vast. The streets are laden with them, which is good for those businesses that thrive on damages caused by these potholes to the automobiles that roam the roads of this neck of the woods. I am sure that my neighborhood is not the only area that has this problem. I suspect it is universal. It surely exists in most areas that house all those creatures endowed with self-awareness. As, by the way, is dishonesty. So what is the problem, Benjamin? So we have potholes. So what? They are caused by bad weather. Snow. Rain. Hail. Sleet. The problem, which travels along hand in hand with my pet peeve, is that it takes forever and a day to fix. My soul suspects they could be fixed faster. So why are they not, you may well ask? And here is where my speculative nature steps in to take the reins. Giddyap, you thieves. Faster, you pinchers, you grafters, you looters galore. Get me to the true why of it all. Take me to a place that will explain, logically I may add, especially when considering the nature that pervades some, or maybe more, or even possibly many of the whys this all is. Okay. Here is what I think in my most private of moments, where I dare speak of that which I would not speak in public for fear of ridicule. It is this. And I am only guessing. Would it surprise any of you to learn that I hold in suspect those businesses who earn money because of the damages to automobiles caused by the disrepair of potholes, earn that money by paying off politicians on a regular stipend in order to ensure those potholes remain unfixed so that those very business who profit from lack of repair keep their steady stream of nickels and dimes coming in? I know this is only conjecture. Certainly not a pet peeve, unless it is true. I am aware that it can easily and far and away be a fairy tale. But the question in my mind is this. Is this a fairy tale? Is it only conjecture? Or is it an absolute accuracy, lending absolute credibility to my pet peeve? Whaddya think?
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