If you can’t get a real time machine, like this one from George Pal’s 1960 movie, don’t try it with your car.
Sorry, but I’ve just gotta post this news item.
This past Sunday, a 40-year-old man–old enough to know better? nah–drove his car into a tax preparers’ office and from there into a casket company’s office in a strip mall in Pensacola, Florida. He told police he was attempting to travel through time by driving his car through a “time portal” ( http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3373459/Man-trying-travel-time-smashes-car-two-Florida-business.html ).
Might he have consumed a bit more science fiction than was good for him? Or maybe he just missed the portal.
There is a strong suspicion that this driver might be a bit tetched, a few oars short of a trireme, but I have another theory.
I think this guy bought into the post-modern creed, energetically promoted by universities and collidges throughout the land, that reality itself is only a social construct. Reality isn’t really real. It’s only whatever you think it is.
The man’s car would tell you otherwise. Gee, talking cars would fit right into this scheme of things.
As an aside–funny, isn’t it, that businesses dealing with death and taxes were right next door to one another.
And aren’t you glad this had nothing to do with your Christmas week?
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