Rantings and tirades of a frustrated economist.
Don't worry cap'n, given time we'll all be equally poor, ask the soviets.
Among the survivors of the Costa Concordia there are surely at least a handful of grateful, happy widowers, forced to spend money they didn't have on a cruise they knew they would hate by the wives who did nothing but leech and complain, who are now free to enjoy the decline. I love happy endings.
You reap what you sow.
Sheila Gregoire has declared she has a masters in sociology and a minor in women studies. She claims to no longer call herself a feminist since that label has such politcal conotations (it's called truth there Sheila).Dalrock has been writing quite a series of articles about this women at:http://dalrock.wordpress.com/
Too bad for her. Kind of like my dad who realized when he was effing 60 that voting democrat all the time had consequences. I appreciate she's come around, but it's too bad. She is tarnished.
Mom to daughter while waiting patiently on line for a lifeboat: "Look, Emily! There's our hotel. See how close it is? Stop whining, I know you have to pee, sweetie, but it'll just have to wait til we get ashore. I don't want to lose our place in line...oh dear, another man pushing and shoving past us...God, you'd think we were on the Titanic or something. Anybody got a kleenex?".Clearly it was a maritime disaster of epic proportions. After all, only 4180 people out of 4200 survived. The boat ran aground practically walking distance from shore. About 1/8 of it ended up underwater. Ooooh, scary! So we forgive you, fellas, for getting a little panicky and hysterical.
New, Improved Version. The Concordia Disaster. Twenty out of 4200 killed, the boat ran aground 0.0001 nautical miles at sea, almost 1/8 of boat sank below the waterline. How did passengers cope?“Look, Emily! You can see our hotel from here. See? Way up on that hill over there? Stop whining, sweetie, I know you have to go pee-pee but you’ll have to wait until we go ashore. I don’t want to lose our place in line for the lifeboat. No, Mommy doesn’t have a Lifesaver but here’s a piece of chocolate. Oh dear, another man pushing and shoving through the line. How rude! You’d think we’re in serious trouble or something. Oh, Emily, look at your shirt. Does anyone have a Kleenex? Thank you.”“AAAAHHHH!!!! WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE! I’M GONNA DIE! GET OUTTA MY WAY, GRANDMA, YOU AND YOUR FEMINIST WHEELCHAIR, GET THE F**K OUTTA MY WAY! I NEED A LIFEBOAT! WHERE ARE THE GOD**MN LIFEBOATS?! I JUST SH** MY PANTS! I’M GONNA DROWN, I GOTTA GET TO SHORE, I GOTTA GET OFF THIS BOAT NOW! WHY ARE ALL THESE WOMEN AND KIDS BLOCKING THE LIFEBOATS?! IT’S EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF! LADY, GET OUTTA MY WAY! I WANNA LIVE! AAAAHHHHHH!!!!”
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