Saturday, May 21, 2005

More "Stupid Dead Kids"

Let the hate mail roll in - at this point I really don't give a shit.

As long as kids continue to read stories of their peers getting drunk and killing themselves, and then go out and do the EXACT FUCKING SAME THING, I'll keep on writing about it and calling them what they are: Stupid. Dead. Kids.

Two young people killed, three hospitalized in car crash

REVERE, Mass. - Two men were killed and three others injured when a car speeding along the Revere Beach Parkway early Friday morning slammed into a tree.

Police said the impact was so hard that the vehicle split into two sections, ejecting the three passengers who were injured.

The driver, 19-year-old Louis Cambindo, and passenger Alexander Melendez, 20, were both killed.

None of the five passengers was wearing a seat belt, police said.

The car went off the road on a curve near the Eagle Heights Church in Revere around 1:30 a.m. The three injured passengers were taken to area hospitals. None of the injuries were believed to be life-threatening, police said.

State Trooper Jeff Gendreau estimated the car was traveling about 85 mph at the time of the accident. He said the posted speed limit was 40 mph.


So, here we have a bunch of kids, most likely intoxicated, speeding in a car driven by an inexperienced driver, at nearly double the posted speed limit, at night - a real winning combination.

And how does this story get reported in today's world, where the concept of personal responsibility is all but a distant faded memory?

Two perish in crash on treacherous Revere road

A Fitchburg State College student with dreams of running his own business was one of two young men who died in a car crash on a treacherous stretch of Revere Beach Parkway early yesterday.


Oh, of course, it was clearly the road's fault. How foolish of me not to arrive at that conclusion.

News flash: You put five drunk kids in a Honda on any stretch of roadway in the country, and tell them to drive at twice the posted speed limit, at night, with no seatbelts on, and I'll guarantee you at least one of the little bastards won't be down for breakfast the next day.