Appeal # 8.
If it weren’t about families burning up inside Boeing’s 737 MAX and 787 Dreamliner ticking time-bombs — this disastrous American leadership vacuum would be the comedy special of the year.
Welcome to Ignoble Fools, American Theater, Boeing Edition: A 5 Act 2 Ticking-Bomb Tragedy.
Act 1: Congress, the well intentioned drunken sailors
Congress, confused and cozy with billionaires, debating genders snuggles all that have gold. Holding hearings on airplane safety? Nah, they’re happy, gagged and shackled, tickled by donors. They’re ready for the lollypop stage – more juicy steaks.
Act 2: The FAA’s Kinky Fifty Shades of Safety
The FAA is getting spanked by Boeing lobbyists and asking for more. Safety inspections? Please. Can’t you see, I’m too busy moaning “Yes, deregulate me harder.” Make pilots fly. Let the children die. Can’t you see, I’m immersed in ecstasy. Don’t bother me.
Act 3: The Media’s Great Laser Chase
News dolls, Barbies and more are running in circles like cats chasing laser dots. “Investigative journalism”? Only if it involves titillating explosions. That too if I get paid more. I will parrot your story, whatever you say, and sing your praise. I simply have no core and I no longer care. I am rich!
Act 4: The Clergy GPS Error
The clergy? Still buffering on the route to the moral compass store. Siri rerouted them to “non-denominational brunch.” They’re miles apart from reaching the political leadership bunch. Who cares for guidance and clean conscience when money buys all that packs a punch. Siri has no directions to bring morality to relevance.
Act 5: Airlines as Waiters at a Doomed Restaurant
The airlines are like servers hoping the kitchen stays open—even if the food’s on fire. “Can I interest you in a beverage before this thing explodes?” I just need my paycheck. Who cares about the fire?
Meanwhile, in the super luxurious Boeing’s Suite…
Boeing’s in a champagne bubble bath, giggling like a Bond villain. “What’s that, another whistleblower died? Oh well. Top me off, my sexy Penny.” If more should want to speak, send in the lawyers from our hitman list. If threats don’t work, send in a bulk of cash. That will silence them all. Every bastard has a price and I have the wealth to buy them out. For a price, they will all sell out.
Karma, Baby. Bad Karma – Reality Check.
Now, here’s the twist. Karma is a stubborn bitch. Bad karma has a bite you will never forget.
Comedy becomes tragedy, because…reality plunges the ignoble fools into a tub of ice water. It’s an ugly shock. It’s real.
- You do wrong by others, and your own conscience will surely do wrong by you.
- Your foot will slip off the brake just as — crosses the street, and you will never forgive yourself. Your loved ones will never forget you.
- You will miss the silent cry of a friend who needed help, and you will regret it all your life.
This isn’t cosmic speculation. It’s karma you can’t escape. You will do damage to yourself.
We all pay when we know our actions hurt others.
No contract, no rule, and no guideline rises higher than what we know is right.
Protecting life is our first human obligation.
Ground these ticking time-bombs.
Scrap the whole fleet of 3000 airplanes world wide.
Do what’s right by humanity.
Keep bad karma off your back.