When was the last time a noisy vehicle or person was worth hearing?
No car or motorcycle blasts music that you welcome. Your favorite tune is never on the stereo of a car trembling amid its sub-woofer. No song is truly foul until you have heard it involuntarily in public. The moron shouting into her or his cell phone never will utter a clause that justifies the call, let alone your forced eavesdropping.
"Fools' names and fools' faces always appear in public places," I heard as a child. Modern electronics has exponentially exacerbated graffiti and other unwelcome communication.
Worse, amid the present post-literacy -- Thank you, Jerry Collins! -- the voices and choices of fools will assail public places. One cannot look away from amplified noise. The channel-changer does not seem to work. It's worse than being wedged into a faculty meeting.
Next: Haltom's Twenty-Fourth Law -- Neither Geniuses Nor Mediocrities Imperil Meritocracies as Much as Wannabes
