Posthuman Blues

I had an interesting encounter with a homeless (?) woman outside the coffeeshop this evening. Noting -- correctly -- that drivers on the Plaza tend to come unnervingly close to pedestrians before braking (I one fast-balled a cup of coffee at a car of these fun-loving incompetents), she went on to describe the startling hidden agenda behind this bothersome but otherwise inconspicuous phenomenon.

Apparently, doctors in the employ of the Mafia (or is it the other way around?) are recruiting drivers with bad driving records to purposefully run people over. Not to kill them, mind you. Just to bash them up enough that they're forced to be hospitalized, thus bringing in lots of cash to hospitals and the doctors who work there. And you thought our health-care system was bad enough already!

It gets better. The goons employed by this Mafia/hospital scheme tend to drive unmarked cars with darkened windows so that they can't be identified by their victims. And anyone who gets too close to the Awful Truth is -- you guessed it -- run over.

I could go on, but you get the idea.