Please Hammer Don't Hurt Them

   People are broken.  I catch myself saying this often, and I'm sure you'll see it several times here too.  It's the truth.  People are completely and utterly broken.

   I can't really put my finger on when I realized that this planet is infested with way too many simply stupid people, but every time I start to think perhaps maybe there might be some hope in the world, I'm slapped back violently into reality. 

  
   Story time.  Once upon a time there were parents.  Parents' jobs were to raise their children.  Part of this job entailed teaching the children the difference between right and wrong.  Reality and fantasy.  Teach them how to think for themselves.

   Those days, apparently, are long gone.  Now many parents leave the education and raising of their child to television, radio and video games.  What's worse, there are members of our Congress who have encouraged this sort of behavior with their "It Takes A Village To Raise An Idiot" campaigns.

    So anyway, back to the problem.  Seems like another failure of a parent has somehow allowed their child to get their hands on a game that wasn't intended for him, failed to adequately gauge the impact it was having on him.  He was so obsessed by this game that his friends noticed, but somehow mom didn't catch on.  Of course, ignoring your child will do that.  That's okay, though.  Even though little Warren faces life in prison, Mom will make sure that Rockstar Games pays (her).

   Of course, it makes no difference that the game in question is clearly (at least for someone with a 3rd grade reading level of their respective language) intended for an adult population.  Nevermind that every review about the game pointed out that this isn't a kid's game.  And, lest you have absolutely no idea how to read, the friggin box has a big friggin' M on the front of it.  As the damn kid at the desk what that means, if you don't know.

   But to make that effort, you'd have to care.  Clearly Warren's mom didn't, until it became obvious she could sue someone.

Full Pay To The Last Day, Part Deux!

God I hate when I'm right...

Not to be outdone, the International Association of Machinists, who represent the United Airlines mechanics, have decided to head below decks and begin hammering on the seams of their own ship.  So, now I guess it's a race to see which airline the mechanics can sink first; US Air's or United's!  Stay tuned, as I think I can hear the Delta mechanics grumbling about being left out of all the fun! 

Creative...

 
  Check it.  You fi'n to rise up and get yo travel on?  Peep Delta. 

  Of course, like any good American business, if you call Delta to make a reservation you get free long distance to India to talk to their reservation center there.  Well, sort of.  Delta is so determined to save some change, they're even giving some Indians the pink slip.

  Oh, there's still a reservation office in the United States, but Delta would really really rather you not call them.  So much so, they've actually managed to muster up the stones to ask their frequent flyers if they'd be willing to pay up to speak English.  Obviously, the passengers responded almost overwhelmingly with a "get bent" gesture, followed shortly afterwards I'm sure to a call to American, where they got to speak to someone in New Dehli.

   How's that job hunt going?

Blew By You...

 Looks like you don't have to make it on COPS or Jerry to be an idiot.



It appears that Linda Ronstadt (anyone remember her?  I thought not.) is still singing.

Well, was.

Apparently she dedicated one of her songs to another blathering, starved for attention mouthbreather.  This resulted in quite the uprising at the Alladin in Las Vegas where she was performing, with fully a quarter of the audience getting up and leaving.  Those who did stay were pissed enough to start tearing the place up rockstar-in-a-hotel style. 

Oh, it gets better.  Before the show, she did an interview with the Las Vegas Review-Journal where she is quoted as saying, "I keep hoping that if I'm annoying enough to them, they won't hire me back."

After the show, Ronstadt was immediately escorted from the premesis with instructions not to darken the door of the Alladan again.

Looks like it worked, Brainiac, but don't you think that maybe if you didn't want to do the show maybe you, you know, shouldn't have accepted their invitation?!

I simply cannot make this stuff up.

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Ain't That America!

Ever see the TV show Cops and wondered if people could possibly be that stupid in real life?


Ayup.

 

Full Pay To The Last Day!

Attention all you travelers who have tickets on US Airways.  I'm thinking you're going to want to use them up by September.

Of course, if you're traveling from Pittsburgh you're already screwed.  The rest of you get to take it up the tail pipe when the mechanics tell US Airways to pound sand, obviously having missed the lesson that says that if we don't study our history we are bound to repeat  it. 

And for those of you who don't fly US Airways and subsequently don't care if they live or die, try to remember that you the American People have roughly $1 billion invested in that airline, thanks to the Air Transportation Stabilization Board.

Oops.

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