Friday, December 09, 2011

 

Hang the Bastard.

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Whew. It is now 1559 as I finish beer #5 and begin beer #6. I am learning this new version of Blogger as I go. So far so good. Now what? Time to move on to a national news story which captured my recent attention: A lovely young lady recently enjoyed a 'sight-seeing' airplane ride in a 'two-seater' private plane. She enjoyed the 'Christmas lights' of the city beneath her. So far, so good. The pilot then landed the 'two-seater' airplane and taxied up to the 'gate.' He then allowed the naive young girl to exit the airplane, at night, while the engine was still running. She got out of the airplane, alone, at night, and then walked into the spinning propeller and was severely injured as a result. She will recover much of her former human talents (no thanks to Jesus). Question: who is to blame for this horrible accident?
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1) Jesus?
2) The stupid young girl? (Kootch just waved at me as she returned to her room with her 'daily chocolate.)
3) The 'pilot?'
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Vote.
Clearly, the pilot of that airplane was seriously at fault in that he left the engine running, at night, while allowing his naive passenger to exit the airplane. Hang the bastard.  




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