I am sure others will be asking these questions, in no special order:
What about those Canadian geese? Why were they in the path of the airplane in the first place? Is an accident investigation crew from Toronto on its way?
Can we blame People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals for this? Who is their spokesperson? Tom Cruise? Is it a federal crime to negligently attempt to kill how many ever souls were on the plane?
How about the hunters that should have shot these creatures before they came to rest in New York City? What part do they have in this blame? Can we be sued for wrongful life if someone actually missed an easy shot, one that any reasonable person would have been able to accomplish?
Why didn't the plane sink? Or is that part of the miracle? Surely the plane didn't come to rest on the bottom of the Hudson River, did it? It must be deeper than that, isn't it? What can we do to insure that this outcome will happen again? Give the captain of the plane a medal? Add some regulations on crew training? Send further directives to the TSA regarding the danger of Tootsie-Rolls?
Is survival in this scenario a legitimate cause of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder? Do we have counselors on hand? In addition to the captain, will all of the passengers be elgible to be on Oprah? How about in the audience then? Are there lawyers that specialize in these matters? Will they come forward?
Just a few stray thoughts.
This is a small experiment in the blogosphere. "If you have no interest in what it's like to grow old, what follows is not for you. However, if it's going to happen to you, and the outcome is ultimately going to be negative, then finding a way to make the process as bearable, even as enjoyable as possible, might be worth a little attention."—from John Jerome's On Turning Sixty-Five
Showing posts with label airplane crashes. Show all posts
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17 January 2009
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Downtown Phoenix in the Winter Time
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Vermont Cheddar & Minnesota Blue
TAKE TIME FOR PARADISE
Me and Joan
Early elderly and middle middle age: We May Know Something You Don't
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Rimrocks @ Billings MT
“In beholding old stones we may feel our anxieties about our achievements–and lack of them–slacken . . . Vast landscapes [and seascapes] can have an anxiety–reducing effect similar to ruins, for they are the representatives of infinite space, as ruins are the representatives of infinite time, against which our weak, short-lived bodies seem no less inconsequential than those of moths or spiders.”—Alain de Botton in Status Anxiety
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Pleasant Hillside at Hustisford, AKA The Grassy Knoll for you conspiracy buffs
A Lot of Muellers Are Buried Here
