Oh my fucking fail...

Fail-cat Ted says... "No."

Your bridge fails.

Please let me know if anyone I love or respect, or even give my passing admiration, has been injured or mortally wounded by this failure of a bridge. What a poor excuse for an urban structure. Did accessibility kill those 7+ people? Or does the spirit of the Fail-cat haunt us all and doom us to our own short-comings? We fathered that bridge, and we raised it poorly. When we heard its talk of murder, did anyone take it seriously? Did anyone listen? Fail-cat Ted says... "No." It was easier to ignore the problem. After all, we loved that bridge. Needed it. And now it's dead, and so are innocent civilians. How will we rebuild? How will we fill the gap? And when we give birth to a new bridge, can we look at it without seeing the other's face, and remembering the faceless bodies it took with it?

As a side note, those of you with cars, what kind of a pain in the ass is this going to present for you?