Friday, March 25, 2011
Sleeping Air Traffic Controllers and Union Busting
I cannot understand the logic behind running something as complicated as our air transport system on a shoe-string budget when a single failure can easily result in the deaths of hundreds of people. Our pilots are quitting in droves as their workload far exceeds safety while their pay plummets to the level of school teachers from that of surgeons while wall street bankers that hold nothing but someone else's money in their control walk away from disaster after disaster extremely rich men. And that's exactly how Reagan wanted it. He wanted the rich to get richer and everyone else to work hard and die young, and the GOP is carrying on his tradition.
Of course it's going to be that poor guy in the control tower that's going to get fucked the worst in all this. How dare he be unable to stay awake after being jerked from daytime to nighttime duty, pulling 12 hour shifts day after day, and barely making a middle class living! Doesn't he know he needs to pay for the tax cuts for billionaires our "President" just allowed through. Fuck air traffic controllers. They're not very important to those with private jets.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
The 'Devil' Writes Pat Robertson...
Dear Pat Robertson,
I know that you know that all press is good press, so I appreciate the shout-out. And you make God look like a big mean bully who kicks people when they are down, so I'm all over that action. But when you say that Haiti has made a pact with me, it is totally humiliating. I may be evil incarnate, but I'm no welcher.
The way you put it, making a deal with me leaves folks desperate and impoverished. Sure, in the afterlife, but when I strike bargains with people, they first get something here on earth -- glamour, beauty, talent, wealth, fame, glory, a golden fiddle. Those Haitians have nothing, and I mean nothing. And that was before the earthquake.
Haven't you seen "Crossroads"? Or "Damn Yankees"? If I had a thing going with Haiti, there'd be lots of banks, skyscrapers, SUVs, exclusive night clubs, Botox -- that kind of thing. An 80 percent poverty rate is so not my style. Nothing against it -- I'm just saying: Not how I roll.
You're doing great work, Pat, and I don't want to clip your wings -- just, come on, you're making me look bad. And not the good kind of bad. Keep blaming God. That's working. But leave me out of it, please. Or we may need to renegotiate your own contract.
Best, Satan
