The Brutality of Reason Example

By Ironcross One-One

Slicing and dicing things into pieces small enough
to be fed to Liberals, Kooks and Anti-Americans.
When feeding Kooks and Anti-Americans
I suggest a potato gun.

If you are the emotional liberal type, this mindspace will make you uncomfortable. If you think my logic or facts are faulty, lets discuss it. When your findings disagree with my findings, that is dialogue. But using rhetoric to disagree with science is demogoguery. No demogoguery! I usually refrain from insults, but occasionally, ignorance and liberal hypocrisy bring out the worst in me.

Location: Edge of Nowhere, Washington, United States

Military Jumper, Diver, Motorcycle Rider, Air Traffic Control and Demolitions Man. I build furniture and cabinets and can frame, roof, wire, plumb and finish a house. Can weld steel, drive heavy equipment, build pole barns and mortared rock walls. Have written one bad novel and one brilliant thesis. And I play the guitar.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Fasten Your Seatbelt

I was on a flight from Salt Lake City to Dulles on Mother’s Day 2004. It was a routine boarding and take-off. We had reached cruising altitude and were a little more than an hour into the flight. The flight attendants had already done the beverage service and I was sitting there working on the computer.

The “Fasten Seat Belt” light came on as it frequently does, followed immediately by the cockpit public address system. Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve turned on the seat belt light…Wham!

For just a second, the g-forces had us all pinned to our seats. I was already strapped in. I closed the screen on my computer and held the computer on the seatback tray with one hand and held a soda in the other. I released the computer to reach down and check my seatbelt.

Whoosh! Instantaneous shift in direction. We were in Negative G’s. People were bouncing off the overhead storage bins. Items levitated weightlessly in the cabin. My computer was suspended motionless at eye level over the aisle. In what seemed like slow-motion (temporal-distortion), I reached up with my left hand and grabbed it out of the air and placed it on the tray. I discarded the plastic soda cup without prejudice to it’s contents or landing place.

In the back of the airplane, a 200LB beverage cart and a flight attendant were suspended in midair.

Crash! Another updraft. The airplane came back up to catch everything that was floating. The flight attendant landed before the beverage cart and the cart landed, crushing the bones in her leg. Those that had just regained their seats frantically scrambled to get buckled in. The up and down continued for a while as the crew searched for cleaner air but we never got sustained negative G long enough to float anything after that.

We landed a Cleveland or Cincinatti to evacuate the injured and switched planes. We got into Dulles at least two hours late.

As I left the jetway, I heard some bozo haranguing a customer service agent for a refund because he paid for a non-stop and had to make a plane change. Whatever…

When I’m flying, I keep that belt on I recommend you do too.


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