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People Are Stupid, No. 2

So, I'm reading a news article about the ship in the Mediterranean that was struck by those waves and then I turn my attention to the comments that follow. The first comment I see reads:

And that folks is why this girl will never go on a cruise....


I guess it's impossible for any car, bus, train, or airplane which this woman graces with her presence to have an accident, even a freak accident.

Immediately following is another brilliant comment:

i like how they said they had 1,350 people on board, and they sent all 1,350 people back home. 2 people dies so should be 1,348

Why would the cruise line keep the dead? The bereaved aren't allowed to take their loved ones home to bury them? So far as I know, commercial cruise lines don't bury the dead at sea.

And then, of course, there was this magnificently enlightening observation:

i feel that they should have been aware of the weather, and had told everyone not to be out there, sounds like they just didnt care, as long as they got the money, and thats not right, they should be held accountable,

Of course, everything is predictable and nothing is ever unexpected, not even rogue waves. Nosirree! And the solution to everything, even if it isn't predictable, even if it is unexpected, is litigation. This comment was obviously made by an American.

Some undoubtedly will object to that last comment. Whatever. I'm British-American (American-born, but more than half-Brit by blood). I'll comment on whatever stupidity I see. Stupidity is no respecter of nationality, and neither am I.

I may extend this series, if only to provide evidence of the truth of these Harlan Ellison quotes:

The two most common elements in the universe are Hydrogen and stupidity.

And . . .

The world is turning into a cesspool of imbeciles.


That sums it up quite nicely, actually.

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