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Detroit, 11:51 PM
Sat Dec 5
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09/05/09
reminds me a bit of this.........
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They're taking a page from R. H. Thomson, Seattle City Engineer. The "Denny Regrade" fundamentally changed the landscape of Seattle by smoothing out the geography. There were a number of land owner holdouts. So he regraded everything EXCEPT the holdouts. This is the (temporary) result.
EDIT: It wasn't Denny, it was Thomson.
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The white surrender flag next to it seems approriate. Are we sure it's not a French car?
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China has a history of doing things like this. Despite being awful, it is a rather amusing image.
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Shiverin’ in the sun
Felt like one of a billions
Felt like number one
The height of summer
I’d never felt that strong
Like a pile of dirt
I was eighty-four
Didn’t have a care
Working with crayons
Not a dime to spare
But I was fat and
lazy everywhere
Like a pile of dirt
My bank loan was denied
My cars were pieces of crap
My company had no purpose
My steps slow and small
But I held firmly
To what I felt was right
Like a pile of dirt
(But the Chinese envied me)
Like a pile of dirt, I was sad as I could be
Like a pile of dirt, there's nothing useful about me
Like a pile of dirt, but the Chinese envied me
Like a pile of dirt
(but the Chinese envied me)
And I stood arrow straight
Unencumbered by the weight
Of all those car czars and their schemes
I stood proud, I stood tall
High above it all
Because the Chinese envied me
Eighty years now
Where’d they go?
Eighty years
I don’t know
Sit and I wonder sometimes
Where they’ve gone
And sometimes late at night
When I’m bathed in the firelight
The moon comes callin’ a ghostly white
And I recall, because the Chinese envied me
Like a pile of dirt, I was sad as I could be
Like a pile of dirt, there's nothing useful about me
Like a pile of dirt, but the Chinese envied me
Like a pile of dirt
Like a pile of dirt, I was sad as I could be
Like a pile of dirt, there's nothing useful about me
Like a pile of dirt, but the Chinese envied me
Like a pile of dirt
(But the Chinese envied me...)
You go, Chrysler. China, stay classy.