"Tragedy struck in Texas when one man lost his life after being killed by an alligator after jumping into a lake."
Was it really a tragedy? There were signs posted warning people to stay out of the water because it was full of alligators. Not only that, when somebody yelled to the guy that there were alligators in the water, he yelled back, "F**k the alligators" as he jumped off the dock. I don't think it was so much a tragedy as nature thinning the herd of dumbasses.
That was one of two stories about idiots that I noticed this week. The second story was about the running of the bulls in Pamplona, Spain. It's the one time every year when one spot on Earth draws more idiots to it than any other place. Okay, we have twelve bulls that are thoroughly pissed off at the start of the "running". Those bulls then are continuously goaded and agitated as they storm down the streets of Pamplona, smashing and goring their way through thousands of human kabobs. All I have to say about it, is that it isn't fair. Twenty thousand humans and only twelve bulls? Just how are we to rid the world of so many assholes with only twelve bulls?
I don't know what compels people to do stupid things. Things like intentionally shooting fireworks from a mortar tube on the top of your head. Yes, a guy did that. He died. Less deadly, but very painful, shooting rockets out of your anus. I must have seen a hundred videos of this on YouTube. Okay, so I'm kind of an idiot for watching them. But the point is, why? Why would you need to make life more dangerous and painful than it already is? Which brings me to the subject of my flirtng with danger. The selling of this house. It's still not sold, and the probability is that we won't be moving to Chicago any time soon.