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Quote: Tanko

The brakes and the emergency braking system worked pretty well. The cause was an overheated wheel bearing. Perhaps too much load. The train was 150 cars long. Certainly too much of the toxic carcinogenic gas that is also a flammable and potentially explosive, for a single train to be carrying. Eleven cars carrying vinyl chloride derailed.

The Secretary of Transportation finally visited the town for a photo op, today. Three weeks after the event. It took him ten days to even Tweet about it.

Quote: DoubleGold

Broken axle related not brakes.

Quote: ams288

Oh now you start believing what the MSM tells you, huh?

Quote: DoubleGold

No. Just a red flag when you write something about Trump.

I know to look for the truth when that happens.

And sure enough, it wasn't brakes.

Like clockwork.

Quote: ams288

You’re the one who likes to play word games so much:

Are you saying that the brake regulation that Donny did indeed eliminate wouldn’t increase the likelihood of a toxic train crash?

Maybe go back and re-read SOOPOO’s question.

Quote: DoubleGold

Blame Trump. It's a symptom of a larger issue.

It's an easy pattern to recognize.

Quote: ams288

I rest my case.

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Maybe halfway through, I became unmoored — detached as if I'd suddenly been cut free from a parasailing tether I didn't know I'd been connected to my whole life. I had the sensation of hurtling through space. When waves crashed in my ears in concert with the rumbling beneath me and the rippling patterns lit up my optic nerves, it seemed as if I was nothing but sand passing through a reality sieve, all my constituent molecules dissolving at the waterline of a vast ocean.

I was one with the swirling fractal rainbow aura at the center of the universe and, for a brief moment, it felt as if I was staring backward through time to observe my own swirling double-helix strands of DNA taking shape out of the cosmic soup of nothingness. I felt hot tears well into the corners of scrunched-shut eyes. They were tears of gratitude, tears of suddenly feeling at peace, as if just for a nanosecond I’d been lucky enough to get a glimpse behind the curtain, to peek at the run-of-show road map of the universe and see where my dust-speck self fit into it.

Quote: rxwine

If the below sounds like a drug trip, it’s not. A writer went to experience a full sensory treatment center in California. No drugs used.



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