Pouring My Art Out

Okay, we get it. You were not happy about the way the plane was being flown. So you elected this guy. A guy who has never successfully flown anything. But don’t worry. He has a concept of an inkling of a vague idea of a plan to fly the plane.

But let’s not stop there. You also decided to replace the people who make planes, and try to keep planes safe, and who control the air traffic control and airports and even the people who put the food on the planes. Not only that, you decided, for whatever reason, to replace all these people, people who were doing their best, with people who do not believe in science and therefore do not think that planes can fly… over the flat earth… through the harrowing rain of Jewish space lasers trying to burn holes in the border wall that tRump almost started, to let the ravaging hordes of murderous foreign trans-zombies in to eat your goldfish and turn your dogs gay.

Sure, put the brain worm guy in charge of all air travel and anything associated with air travel. Put the goofy rich tech guy with the morals of a jar of Vasoline in charge of some of it. Don’t forget to remove all safety rules and oversight and responsibility for anything whatsoever from anyone involved. Because the only people who are going to pay for all this are the non-rich, And you are going to blame everything that goes wrong on the old pilot anyway.