We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
An honest man was being tailgated by a stressed-out woman on a busy boulevard. Suddenly, the light turned yellow, just in front of him.
He did the right thing, stopping at the crosswalk, even though he could have beaten the red light by accelerating through the intersection.
The tailgating woman hit the roof--and the horn--screaming in frustration as she missed her chance to get through the intersection.
As she was still in mid-rant, she heard a tap on her window and looked up into the face of a very serious police officer.
The officer ordered her to exit her car with her hands up. He took her to the police station where she was searched, finger-printed, photographed and placed in a holding cell.
After a couple of hours, a policeman approached the cell and opened the door.
She was escorted back to the booking desk where the arresting officer was waiting with her personal effects. He said, "I'm very sorry for this mistake. You see, I pulled up behind your car while you were blowing your horn, flipping off the guy in front of you, and cussing a blue streak at him. I noticed the 'Choose Life' license plate holder, the 'What Would Jesus Do' bumper sticker, the 'Follow Me to Sunday School' bumper sticker, and the chrome-plated Christian fish emblem on the trunk.
Ain't that too close to the truth. Our cars represent our last bastion of total control (or so most driver believe) therefore being impeded by a simple stoplight, sign , or speed limit reminder is akin to tell an adult to eat their cauliflower.
You're in your coccoon, throttle under foot, wheel in hand, and a mission not to be impeded by any man or force of nature.
Thanks so much, but “(that) you managed there” isn’t a participial phrase and don’t even get me started on dangling things. I see a predicate nominative directly modified by compound adjectival? prepositional phrases and followed up by a (“that” understood) relative clause modifying the PN or entire PN phrase of “tangential…stand”. You could probably name that last phrase type more accurately than I, if you give it any thought. I won't bother, since am naturally disinclined (too lazy?) to critique grammar and the quality of people's writing.
But I’ll give you this just to square things: “Writing badly in general, comments I make here are perceived to be even worse than they actually are.” There you go.