Just this week, two sinkholes opened in Phillipsburg. It seems a dump truck ended up being lodged halfway into the street, after falling into the one sinkhole it was coming to repair. Nearly thirty feet from this, a second sinkhole swallowed a car.
The car was removed, but the truck, heavier and bigger as it was, damaged an Aqua New Jersey water main, leaving some folks in the area without water. The water main was intact prior to the truck falling into the hole.
The truck driver sustained minor injuries treated as he was at the scene.
I warned you way back here, didn’t I? Really, Can’t We Admit It Already, Wharton Covers A Hellmouth? | FU I’m from Jersey. New Jersey covers a great grand hellmouth, I just know it! These sink holes appearing as they do are proof positive to me that there is some sure evil swirling under our streets in many different forms (have you ever gotten trapped in the Rte.17/Route4 intersection in Paramus? Talk about hell on earth!)
I know these sudden street fissures, holes, and odd gradations happen all across the world. But here in New Jersey, this kind of weirdness just feels a little bit nastier, more “sus” (as my non-blood nephew twins would say) than what happens in other spots. Why? Because living here has always felt a little bit more suspect than other places.
Love that feeling, though I do.
As I have postulated previously, how could you explain a phenom like the “Jersey Shore” show still surviving this many years later if there wasn’t some supernatural fiendish hand behind what happens in our great Garden State? Or how the Jets have such a run of bad luck (obviously, Satan loves the Giants, or he did a few years ago).
I’m just throwing out some obvious evil markers, take them as you will. All I know for sure is, watch where you’re driving when driving in New Jersey.
