LA_MERC_MadMAX
February 27th, 2003, 12:06 PM
How America Works
Let's see if I understand how America works lately... If a woman burns her thighs on a hot coffee she was holding in her lap while driving, she blames the restaurant.
If your teenage son kills himself, you blame rock and roll music or the musician he liked.
If you smoke three packs of cigarettes a day for forty years and you die of lung cancer, your family blames the tobacco companies.
If your teenage daughter gets pregnant by the football captain, you blame the school for poor sex education.
If your neighbour crashes his car into a tree while driving home drunk, you blame the bartender.
If your cousin gets AIDS because the needle he used to shoot up heroin was dirty, you blame the government for not providing clean needles.
If your grandchildren are brats without manners, you blame television.
If your friend is shot by a deranged madman, you blame the gun manufacturer.
And if a crazed person breaks into the cockpit and tries to kill the pilot at 35,000 feet, and the passengers kill him instead, the mother of the deceased blames the airline.
I must have lived too long to understand the world anymore, so if I die while I am parked in front of this computer, I want you to blame Bill Gates. Ok?
Let's see if I understand how America works lately... If a woman burns her thighs on a hot coffee she was holding in her lap while driving, she blames the restaurant.
If your teenage son kills himself, you blame rock and roll music or the musician he liked.
If you smoke three packs of cigarettes a day for forty years and you die of lung cancer, your family blames the tobacco companies.
If your teenage daughter gets pregnant by the football captain, you blame the school for poor sex education.
If your neighbour crashes his car into a tree while driving home drunk, you blame the bartender.
If your cousin gets AIDS because the needle he used to shoot up heroin was dirty, you blame the government for not providing clean needles.
If your grandchildren are brats without manners, you blame television.
If your friend is shot by a deranged madman, you blame the gun manufacturer.
And if a crazed person breaks into the cockpit and tries to kill the pilot at 35,000 feet, and the passengers kill him instead, the mother of the deceased blames the airline.
I must have lived too long to understand the world anymore, so if I die while I am parked in front of this computer, I want you to blame Bill Gates. Ok?