Listen, everybody. Listen up. There’s an epidemic in this country. An epidemic of waiting. An epidemic of sitting. In traffic.
There are people waiting in line. Day after bloody day. People. Wanting to go home. People. Sick. And tired.
People. Waiting for the government to fix the problems of the people. People. Waiting for a sign. For a sign that says END CONSTRUCTION ZONE!
To see the flashing lights. In the distance. Under a blood-red sky. The flashing lights that say, “I’ve passed the three-car pileup on the westbound turnpike.” I see people. Sitting in their cars. Burning their fossil fuels. Their transmissions. I-DL-ING! On the Expressway. Sitting. On I-95.
You want to know what I see? A car fire on Route 422? A stalled vehicle blocking the right lane on the A.C. Expressway? No. I see an overturned tractor-trailer on 76. Spilling its toxic load. Poisoning the innocent commuters. And I see people. People looking down the barrel of a 10. Mile. Delay.
They want to know. When will this madness end? How long until I reach my exit? How long will the U.S. government, and its hired contractors, be repaving Interstate 476? It has to end. And if we don’t do something about it our children are gonna suffer. And our children’s children. And our children’s children’s children. And our children’s children’s children’s children.
Back to you, Jim.
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