Sunday, December 27, 2009

Deja two, deja three...

By Capt. Fogg

You probably have heard all about the second nutjob on a plane scare today. Same Amsterdam - Detroit flight, but this time the man did not come out of the toilet with a bomb, but an attitude. Naturally the crew was more than curious as to whether his half hour sojourn suggested criminal intent, but the unnamed man of so far unknown ethnicity became aggressive and abusive when asked and -- once again -- we had a plane sitting on the ground in Detroit while authorities screened all the baggage.

You probably haven't heard about another incident which happened yesterday afternoon at Palm Beach International. Seems someone decided their first-class seat wasn't quite classy enough and despite the crew's attempt to make her feel as special as Ivana Trump insists on being made to feel, she launched into a tirade even this old salt would be proud of.

Some small children apparently weren't respectful enough, so she started calling them "little fuckers" and yelling "fuck you" at their parents. After the plane was forced to return and the police came aboard, she refused to exit and gave the deputies and all within earshot the same carnal advice.

Of course, we have flexible standards for terrorism, and so Ms. Trump was deemed only terrible and not sufficiently terroristic for the FBI to be interested. I'm quite sure that if she weren't famous and had been wearing a hijab she'd have spent quite some time in custody, but she wasn't of course. She's just another self-important Palm Beach socialite who in a more just world would be another old woman selling fish from a pushcart.

(Cross-posted from Human Voices.)

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  • Fogg - as David Halberstamm said about Robert McNamara - "you are a fool."

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 6:29 AM  

  • Yet somehow in all ways your superior. If I wanted cheap, meaningless insults, I'd buy a whoopie cushion.

    One easy click deletes you, but why bother - you don't have an audience here.

    Loud mouth,
    Street brat,
    Flinger of stones,
    Breaker of glass.
    Spray-paint scribbler;
    The contradictory constant.

    Car horn striving,
    Train Bell banging time,
    Pay phone ringing unanswered.
    Distant siren's hollow howling
    Rustling rats in refuse bins;
    Sad noises of faded men
    Bleating for attention.

    By Blogger Capt. Fogg, at 11:44 AM  

  • Eater of Cheetos
    Puller of pud
    Bayer at moon
    Drenched in his own urine
    Screaming about socialism
    Standing on a street corner
    And ignored by passers-by.

    By Blogger Mustang Bobby, at 12:07 PM  

  • Fogg - as you preach to the choir (for the most part), you describe yourself quite well.

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 12:19 PM  

  • Wow - did you get that trenchant riposte from PeeWee Herman? I'm rubber and you're glue? Pathetic.

    Extra cool after calling me a fool for exposing Ivana as a foul mouthed fishwife. Don't worry, she's not going to reward you for it. Birds of a feather may stick together, but not when there's such a disparity in net worth.

    Nobody here's ever heard you express an intelligent comment, so who the hell are you preaching to?

    By Blogger Capt. Fogg, at 1:54 PM  

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