When the nosecones of 767 passenger jets punched into the Twin Towers,
my choice was simple to make. My choice was not, as the
patchouli-smelling Berkeley hippies would have you believe, the
duplicitous work of salespeople known to lie to and seduce minors and
young adults into contracting themselves into military service with
false promises. By that rationale, car salesmen are responsible for
the 40,000 Americans who will die this year on the nations highways.