WHO DO I BLAME….
July 19th, 2005
Let’s see if I understand how America works lately . . If a
woman burns her thighs on the hot coffee she was holding in
her lap while driving, she blames the restaurant.
If your teen-age son kills himself, you blame the rock ‘n’ roll
music or musician he liked.
If you smoke three packs a day for 40 years and die of lung
cancer, your family blames the tobacco company.
If your daughter gets pregnant by the football captain you
blame the school for poor sex education.
If your neighbor crashes into a tree while driving home
drunk, you blame the bartender.
If your cousin gets AIDS because the needle he used to shoot
up with heroin was dirty, you blame the government for not
providing clean ones.
If your grandchildren are brats without manners, you blame
television.
If your friend is shot by a deranged madman, you blame the
gun manufacturer.
And if a crazed person breaks into the cockpit and tries to
kill the pilots at 35,000 feet, and the passengers kill him
instead, the mother of the deceased blames the airline.
I must have lived too long to understand the world as it is
anymore. So if I die while my old, wrinkled butt is parked
in front of this computer, I want you to blame Bill Gates, OK?