Ætli sé ekki best að planta þessu hérna þar sem USA
getur nú stundum verið einn brandari..


If a woman burns her thighs on a hot coffee she was
holding in her lap while driving, she blames the
restaurant.

If your teenage son kills himself, you blame rock and
roll music or the musician he liked.

If you smoke three packs of cigarettes a day for forty
years and you die of lung cancer, your family blames
the tobacco companies.

If your teenage daughter gets pregnant by the football
captain, you blame the school for poor sex education.

If your neighbor crashes his car into a tree while
driving home drunk, you blame the bartender.

If your cousin gets AIDS because the needle he used to
shoot up heroin was dirty, you blame the government for
not providing clean needles.

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
anymore, so if I die while I am parked in front of this
computer, I want you to blame Bill Gates. Ok?


kv.
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