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Edit: to clarify: the message in the ad is actually ironic/satirical, mocking the advice for cyclists to wear high-viz at night.
It uses the same logic but inverts the parts and responsabilities, by suggesting to motorists (not cyclists) to apply bright paint on their cars.
So this ad is not pro or against high-viz, it's against victim blaming
Cross-posted from: https://mastodon.uno/users/rivoluzioneurbanamobilita/statuses/113544508246569296
More like shooting a gun into a dark room. Maybe it's empty. Maybe you're a murderer.
Can't see, dont drive.
More like shooting a gun at a shooting range, where you have a space you’re supposed to shoot, and someone is running across that range and gets hit. Are you a murderer then?
I get the “fuck cars” mentality, I’m with you, but making bad arguments doesn’t help our cause.
No. There is nowhere I, as a pedestrian, can go that is not downrange. I'm in one of the more walkable areas of my city, and I think fully half the square footage, between roads and parking is devoted to cars. No way for me to reach a grocery store restaurant or even bus stop without being downrange.
You've built your life around spraying automatic weapons fire into every room you walk into before you even look, so admitting that this is wrong is essentially admitting that your way of life is monstrous and your regard for humanity is at best disdainful in the shadow of your precious ford F1488 with spiked reaping grill.
Out of mostly amusement to see what you come up with at this point, what makes cyclists not also a bullet for pedestrians in this scenario? Less heavy but can still be deadly to pedestrians.
Whataboutism then?
More poke the insane person and see what fun thing they come up with.
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There is no way for me to get literally anywhere without being downrange. Not in any city in the united states.
You have defined the world as a shooting range, and told me its my fault for being downrange.
I can’t feel one of my legs because of you ‘people’. My back always hurts now. Doctors say it won’t get better. I was on the other side of a ditch, walking on loose dirt and roots when I was hit, because there was a break in the sidewalk. I was wearing bright red. I realky liked that dress, a gift from my first love, and they had to cut it off me-not to mention all the blood. I’m missing teeth. Im never not in pain now. I can’t stand still, there’s no way I can sit comfortably for more than about 90 seconds, sex is a whole fucking production, and It takes about a half hour pillow arranging ritual for me to lay down in a way that won’t make the pain worse tomorrow.
What could I have done better for this not to have been my fault? Believe me, I’ve gone over it in my head. I don’t know why why I did this to myself. I froze for a split second when I realized they weren’t going to stop. They had those really bright lights and I couldn’t see if it was a sedan or a big fuck-off truck. If it was a sedan and I tried to go flat I’d be torn to pieces even if I was fast enough, if it was a killdozer and I tried to roll over it I’d just be crushed like a fly and I would be very lucky if my mangled body didn’t stick in the grille.
I’ve been over it in my head so many times. For a couple months in the hospital, before I was back on solid food and not needing three nurses to help me shit, I couldn’t do anything else. I keep coming back to that split second of hesitation while I was blind, before I, correctly, took my size posture and likely angle the car would be coming from into account. I keep asking myself if I would be okay, or at least less broken, if I’d been faster. If I’d practiced my falls more as a kid.
So tell me. What should I have done? How could I have avoided being downrange?
Fucking tell me coward. Don’t just leave the conversation. Tell me. Tell me why this was justified. Tell me why it was ultimately worth it for me to experience this.
You must live a really really weird life. I dunno if it's ultra sad or not, but it's definitely a bizarre worldview to wake up and think "everyone chosing to go to work in the only way available to them for most of the country is basically spraying an ak-47 everywhere they go" You can work to change that -- great, all for it. But presuming the world where you've already won is absolutely bonkers.
Thats the amount t of danger youre adding to the world. Its just a fact. You finding it necessary for your lifestyle does not make it safe or ethical any more than needing it for eternal youth makes bathing in the blood of virgins ethical for me.
Should I just die? No? Then I gotta serial murder a bunch teenagers and republicans and drain their blood.
And lemme tell ya; with the rates of childhood sexual assault we have in this country, these are not small numbers! Honestly its a lot of work. You should give murdering children and bathing in their blood to achieve immortality a little more respect.
Again, I’m with the “fuck cars” ideology. I am not against you. But this is a dumb take.
Should there be shooting ranges everywhere? No. Is the fault of people using shooting ranges that you ran out into one and got shot because you don’t feel it should be there? No.
Maybe it shouldn’t. That’s a fair argument. But you saying that a guy is a murderer when he shot someone when they ran in front of him at a shooting range is not an argument that is going to gain any favor with anyone who isn’t already firmly in your camp, which means that argument is pointless.
I’m not saying don’t advocate for more walkability, but that doesn’t mean walking out into traffic in your neighborhood and getting hit is doing anyone any good. You get hit, drivers think you’re dumb, it was ultimately your fault, the movement for more walkability in urban areas gets set back because some dummy walked into traffic and resulted in a loss of respect from the public about the ideology. Don’t be a detriment to progress out of your own stubbornness of naivety about how progress actually works.
There is no way for me to get literally anywhere without being downrange. Not in any city in the united states.
You have defined the world as a shooting range, and told me its my fault for being downrange.
I can't feel one of my legs because of you 'people'. My back always hurts now. Doctors say it won't get better. I was on the other side of a ditch, walking on loose dirt and roots when I was hit, because there was a break in the sidewalk. I was wearing bright red. I realky liked that dress, a gift from my first love, and they had to cut it off me-not to mention all the blood. I'm missing teeth. Im never not in pain now. I can't stand still, there's no way I can sit comfortably for more than about 90 seconds, sex is a whole fucking production, and It takes about a half hour pillow arranging ritual for me to lay down in a way that won't make the pain worse tomorrow.
What could I have done better for this not to have been my fault? Believe me, I've gone over it in my head. I don't know why why I did this to myself. I froze for a split second when I realized they weren't going to stop. They had those really bright lights and I couldn't see if it was a sedan or a big fuck-off truck. If it was a sedan and I tried to go flat I'd be torn to pieces even if I was fast enough, if it was a killdozer and I tried to roll over it I'd just be crushed like a fly and I would be very lucky if my mangled body didn't stick in the grille.
I've been over it in my head so many times. For a couple months in the hospital, before I was back on solid food and not needing three nurses to help me shit, I couldn't do anything else. I keep coming back to that split second of hesitation while I was blind, before I, correctly, took my size posture and likely angle the car would be coming from into account. I keep asking myself if I would be okay, or at least less broken, if I'd been faster. If I'd practiced my falls more as a kid.
So tell me. What should I have done? How could I have avoided being downrange?
Fucking tell me coward. Don't just leave the conversation. Tell me.
Oooh downvotes but no answers. Fucking cowards. The only people who ever used cars right were the Irish. And they did less harm to innocents than Americans do.