[JONESJIM]

Atlest he was doing the right thing helpin... sad shit as it is no good deed goes unpunished

[River]

lol what a fuckin' moron.

gg pal

[NUUDLZ]

What a FUCKIN IDIOT !!!!

[certifiablysicknocap]

Originally Posted by HannibalGore ↗

Attempts to save a bird but dies in the attempt

Dumbass

[DocuRealMoose]

The bird was still flapping, might've been okay.

[LrlynJy]

Originally Posted by tyroneslothrop ↗

Was that a wet wooden stick? Because dry wooden sticks conduct electricity worse than even rubber:

Wood (damp): 1×10^3 to 4ρ (Ω•m) at 20 °C Resistivity; 10^−4 to 10^-3σ (S/m) at 20 °C Conductivity
Hard rubber: 1×10^13ρ (Ω•m) at 20 °C Resistivity; 10^−14σ (S/m) at 20 °C Conductivity
Wood (oven dry) 1×10^14 to 16ρ (Ω•m) at 20 °C Resistivity; 10^−16 to 10^-14σ (S/m) at 20 °C Conductivity

probably a newly cut branch from a nearby tree... just for the purpose of helping that bird. without realizing that fresh wood will still conduct a bit of current until its dried out or burnt. depends on the strength of current flowing.

[CourtnieLove]

Is the bird ok tho?

[theghost85]

Originally Posted by CourtnieLove ↗

Is the bird ok tho?

I very much doubt it although the bird did seem to be in better shape than him on the way down..

[TypeOnegative]

Originally Posted by kellyhound ↗

But as he couldn't find a long wooden pole, he tied a short wooden stick to another iron rod and climbed the light pole.

That’s quite the flex. Like the time my uncle couldn’t find an oxygen tank so he swam to the bottom of the ocean to free a fish from a net while wearing a Walmart bag tied around his head.

[Steve]

Originally Posted by Killgaad ↗

Cut him some slack, man—isn't that a little harsh? Have you actually thought it through? ... what you're saying?
I mean, if you're just blowing steam, like we all do at times, and you're speaking rhetorically—then I suppose that's fine.

But you cannot truly be serious.

Inherited traits and passed-on innate abilities are not one-dimensional, but rather multifarious and variegated, manifesting in discrete and well-discernable applicable skills—yet with varying degrees of aptitude on the performance scale; as such, like most people, it is expected that he excelled in some areas, and lacked in others—while he remained average in most.

This guy was probably no genius in any particular field—including trucking—but perhaps he was a decent father, family man, husband, etc.—or a plethora of other human endeavors which thankfully, are not judged with a capital offense yardstick either.

Was he careless and even stupid that night? You bet his dead ass—a crushing indictment.

But to not deserve to live and to not procreate?

I think you are confused in terms of how traits are actually passed on to subsequent generations and how they manifest in next-of-kin offspring.

People make much ado about "Darwin awards" here, but they know pithy little about the subject matter.

To put it more succinctly and in more crass, pedestrian terms: people can suck really bad at one thing, but this doesn't mean they suck at everything they do—so killing them is stupid and insane and a waste.

Case in point: one of my teenage girlfriends, who ended up being my wife for a few years, could be a real bitch—but boy, could she deepthroat like God's gift to humanity ... never found anybody like her since.

But damn it, she couldn't cook or drive a stick to save her life—and neither could she ride a donkey or take it on her face.

Yet she swallowed like a champ and inhaled me down to the spine; for that was her talent, her gift—her revelation.

My gift was patience, an expertly curled finger, and a tireless tongue (funny thing, because she was actually the one playing the trumpet).

But cook for me? I'd rather would've scraped tree bark with my bare teeth.

All things considered, the lesson here is to value people for their gifts—and not condemn, excoriate or SENTENCE THEM irrationally for their misgivings, lack of coordination, awareness, a surfeit of stupidity or even the occasional slather of sheer imbecility.

There's more chance of that electrocuted fuckstick coming back to life than there is of me reading that shit.