This Carbon Based Life

By David Glenn Cox

It will be remembered as the largest man-made aviation disaster in recorded human history. But never mind that. The public doesn’t care about any of that. They’d rather hear about the wolf boy, JD Vance, and his upcoming divorce. The media doesn’t want to talk about the real disaster, because it makes Hrump and the Republicans look bad. They certainly wouldn’t want to do that. Now, John Thune regurgitating the same old tired Republican talking points, that’s real news! But an airline industry hanging on by a thread, isn’t really important.

Yesterday, outside of Bush International in Houston. The TSA line snaked and spiraled its way all the way outside the terminal. The wait time was THREE and A HALF hours just to get through TSA. Only to discover your flight was delayed until forever or was cancelled outright. How about that JD Vance, huh? To appease a group of malignant MAGA morons, he throws his wife and family under the bus. It’s not because he’s heartless, it’s because he’s stupid, inarticulate and spineless. To appease a small  group of religious bigots, he outrages an entire sub-continent. Smooth move Ex-lax!

Chances are at least one or more airlines are going to go bust over this self-destructive and pointless punitive event. It’s hard to make money in the airline business. The cost of the overhead is fantastic. Hundreds of millions of dollars spent on aircraft and maintenance, ground support, landing fees and it just goes on and on. When they have a snowstorm in Boston or Denver, it cost the airlines millions of dollars. But the storm is generally over in 24 to 48 hours. This storm is different. This storm just goes on and on and on with no end in sight.

To operate just one airliner is 12 to $18,000 per hour. Now imagine you’ve scheduled twelve arrivals and departures per day out of Houston. But only two arrivals and departure slots are currently available. Four aircraft carrying passengers while twenty sit idle on the ground. Connecting flights? There are no connecting flights. Wherever you land might be where you stay indefinitely. Forget a rental car. They were all gone on the first day.

Your best bet would be to Uber over to the Greyhound Bus terminal. After, a three and a half hour wait in line at TSA and a flight that leaves someday, maybe. The bus will still get you home quicker. And it’s only going to get worse before it gets any better. But it’s not news! “Horny Husband dumps Hindu honey for leather clad merry widow!” That’s news!

Just throw it on the fire with all the other industries the orange Anti-Christ has destroyed. The farmers, the auto manufacturers, Starbucks and now the airlines. Like many retail businesses, the holidays make the difference between profit and loss for the entire year. With Thanksgiving coming up, I wouldn’t fly with a free ticket. But what does Hrump care? “Let them eat cake!” Let the sky fall! Let them all rot in the airports! See if I care! But you and I know just what kind of a disaster is lurking out there just waiting for someone to make a mistake.

It’s an inconvenience for Kristi Noem with her two brand new jets she grifted from the taxpayers. And poor Krash Patel toting his 27-year-old girlfriend around in an FBI jet at taxpayer expense. If she’s 27, I’m seventeen and never been kissed. She’s an aspiring country singer. Of course she is. Everyone in this generation is either an aspiring rap star or a country music singer. Now let’s be honest here, for a second. Krash Patel – ladies’ man or mama’s boy? It’s like Lawrence, from the film “Office Space” said. “Chicks dig money!” If Krash was the assistant manager at Dunkin Doughnuts instead of the head of the FBI, would he have an alleged 27-year-old country singer girlfriend? I’d wager no. I’d wager she would be seeking a protective order.

“The mountain is high, the valley is low
And you’re confused ’bout which to go
So I flew in to give you a hand
And lead you into, the promised land

Come on and take a free ride
Free ride
Come on and take it by my side
Come on and take a free ride!”  – Edgar Winter

Please understand that I’m not condoning Krash’s behavior. Only at this point, in the Hrump insanity, joyriding in the company jet with his main squeeze on his lap is akin to prosecuting Hitler’s parking tickets. Noem, Noem on deranged. Where the fear and the anti-immigrant play. She purchased two $60 million dollar jet airplanes, just for herself! (They were having a sale.) So when compared side by side, what’s the harm, really? Sure, it’s gross corruption and malfeasance. But what are the chances the poor boy could land a girlfriend otherwise? By Hrump standards, he’s a rank amateur. Doing all that just to get, well, you know, you know.

The fake polling is in and Hrump is still slightly more popular than genital warts. I say fake polling because I find it difficult to believe a man polling in the low forties could destroy the White House, Shutdown the government. Hide the Epstein files. Cost twenty million Americans their healthcare. Destroy the SNAP program while holding a seven-million-dollar Halloween party, leaving 42 million Americans food insecure, while crashing the economy and only lose four points in the polls? What if he nuked Kansas City? Would that lower his popularity by another point?

But the truth in the polls in unavoidable. Americans left, right and center are appalled! Dumpty Trumpty is underwater everywhere. City and country, Doctor of Philosophy to Appalachian redneck. Uptown, downtown and in the suburbs. From the mountains to the prairies to the oceans white with foam. There isn’t a single issue or position the people are happy with him about, and today is election day! The more they loved you once, the more they will hate you someday. It’s the reason con men never unpack their suitcase. When the Wells Fargo wagon doesn’t bring the musical instruments as promised, it’s time to run.

I wouldn’t lower myself to watch 60 minutes on See BS. I can’t stand the sound of Hrump’s voice or the sight of him. I can tell lies to myself and have no need of expert assistance. The Tiffany network has turned to carnival glass. From reporter to distorter. A cardboard cut out imitation relic from the past. Playing the fool for the bouncing baby billionaire. Selling yourself cheap, headless, of a future. Loose lips suck, well, you know, you know. I’d rather be hungry, cold and naked.

So which airline will belly up first? Which big bank will belly up first? The sub-prime auto loans scandal is said to involve $1.2 trillion dollars, but what about that wolf boy, JD Vance?

“Sometimes a man wants to be stupid if it lets him do a thing his cleverness forbids.”
― John Steinbeck

“And it’s hard, and it’s hard and it’s hard and it’s a hard. It’s a hard rain a gonna fall!” – Bob Dylan

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