Dumb and Dumber and Dumbest

A week later, let's close out the whole Carmaggedon discussion with one last shot.  At the three assholes in the photo above.  Well, actually, there are four assholes.  One of them had to take the picture.

During last week's 405 Freeway closure which amounted to less much less drama than the press predicted, these knuckleheads wanted to have some "fun" with the whole hoopla.  What would be the best possible photo opportunity so we can get our self-involved mugs into the press?  Oh, wait, let's have a dinner party on the vacant roadway. 

Sure.  That's the first thing that came to my mind.

So, early one morning of the recent closure, these four schmucks climbed down one of the embankments of the freeway where no one would be working.  They lugged along dinner clothes, food, and a dining table with chairs.  These are dumbbells who probably hire moving and cleaning services for their own homes, but are happy to do the dirty work when it comes to potential photo opportunities. 

The trouble they went through, along with the thought process of the whole process, had to be time consuming.  Whoever employs these four clowns should fire them immediately?  The chick is apparently a television writer, so I automatically know that she is overpaid for what she does.

Meanwhile, the release of this "clever" snapshot was met with few sneers.  The number of people who didn't question for one moment the safety risks these dopes took in achieving their moment of immortality.  The story was met with smiles as opposed to the stern finger wagging they should have experienced.  Trust me.  If one of these morons had been injured in their quest for mischief, you can bet there would have been a lawsuit against Caltrans charging unsafe conditions.  "My God, I got hurt climbing down that highway wall.  That's all your fault, Caltrans."

I love good, old-fashioned fun, but I draw the line on anything that can result in A) injury and B) litigation.  I remember my days in New York, traveling on Metro North from the Greystone train station every morning.  The southbound track had to be approached by climbing a long flight of stairs to a covered trestle.  Then you had to go down a long flight of stairs.  An annoyance but how else could you get to your train?

Well, one schmuck had an idea.  Instead, he would cross over four electrically charged tracks every morning.  Too lazy for stairs.  He'd be smiling every day as he was relishing his clever little shortcut.  One day, I asked him.  Why do you do that?  You could be hurt, I said.

"It's easier.  And funny."

Except you know that his next of kin would be the first ones to sue the railroad if his body had slipped and been found in pieces across the next five or six stops on the Hudson Line.  Negligence, they would charge.  And probably win because they had not prevented this idiot from having his hilarious little moment every day. 

These kinds of actions are not to appreciated.  They should be shunned.  Pay little attention to the jerk with the tin foil hat on his head.    He wants you to notice.  Please don't.

And, as for the four who architected the photo opportunity above, let's put their names out for the record.

Matt Corrigan.  Amanda Corrigan.  Barry Neely.  Jesse Glucksman.

Did they hurt anybody?  No.  But, still, stupid is as stupid does.

Now when they want to Google their names, this blog post will like come up in the search.  And they will see this word as an apt description for each of them.

Idiot.

Dinner last night:  Clubhouse salad at the Cheesecake Factory.