If a
man cuts his finger off
while slicing salami at
work,
he
blames the restaurant.
If you
smoke three packs a day
for 40 years and die of
lung
cancer,
your
family blames the tobacco
company.
If your
neighbor crashes into a
tree while driving home
drunk,
he
blames the bartender.
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
pilot 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...okay?