I came across this a while ago, but it’s still pretty funny…

LET’S TALK A BIT ABOUT THIS AIRLINE BAILOUT

This is a tough question for a dedicated libertarian.
Should the government use its police power to seize money from taxpayers and transfer that money – partly as a gift and partly as a loan – to the airlines to keep them afloat?

It’s a tough question, and we’ll deal with it on the air and in the Nuze. One thing … to the extent that the airline problems are due to government actions, the government owes the airlines some compensation.

But … let’s face it. The airlines haven’t exactly been doing a lot to earn the undying love and gratitude of the American public. Let’s just say, for the sake of argument, that the taxpayers of America do step forward and bail out the airline industry. How about a few things in return?

Non-refundable, non-transferrable tickets.
Come on, now. In any other area of our economy if a person purchases an item or a service and they find they can’t use it later on they can either (a) get their money back, (b) transfer the item or service to some other person or (c) set it aside to be used later without charge. But not with the airlines. Buy your ticket and find that you can’t use it and it’s “sorry, Charlie.” Make all airline tickets refundable up to 24 hours before departure, after that point they’re exchangeable. Make them transferable too.

Arrogance.
Sorry, but it’s a fact. Many airlines and airline officials have adopted a position of complete arrogance toward the flying public. Think about it, folks. When is the last time an airline employee actually went out of their way, above and beyond the normal call of duty, to satisfy a complaint or address a special request. Try to get a bulkhead or an exit seat. Sorry, they’re gone. I don’t care if you make your reservations two years in advance, the bulkhead and exit seats are already gone. When you show up at the gate you overhear one of the precious frequent fliers ask for that seat and get an immediate “Yes sir! That’s available.” OK – if the taxpayers step the bulkhead seats go to the first person that asks for them. Ditto for exit seats, subject to an ability to actually open that door.

Screaming Babies
You want my money to bail you out? Then how about a separate section of the airplane — far in the back — for travelers with screaming babies. Don’t mix them with the rest of the passengers who have probably been working hard and need a break. Also – no children under ten years of age in first class.

Carry-on Luggage
Fine for the adults – within reason. But NOT FOR CHILDREN. We don’t care how much your child whines about wanting his or her own Big Bird or Buzz Lightyear rolling carry-on bag, the answer is NO. Just sit there and shut up until the flight is over.

Baggage claim
We understand why you would want to be careful about what bags get on your airplanes. When you take that bag off at the end of the flight it’s no longer your worry, it’s ours. Get the pilots and flight attendants to help you unload the airplane if you have to — but get the damned bags to baggage claim NOW! Not tomorrow. Forty-five minutes is too long to wait. If you want us to stop packing everything we own into carry-on bags you need to find a way to reunite us with our luggage quickly.

Better snacks and food.
This sky-deli crap has to go. A terrorist could slip a hard-boiled egg or a broccoli spear in there. Just come down the aisle with a wagon full of Krystal cheeseburgers and a vat of chili and everything will be fine.

Fleshy Fliers
An absolute ban on men wearing tank tops or shorts on commercial airliners. If an overweight grotesquely hairy blubber-butt shows up in a tank top he shall be treated as a security risk and arrested. The airlines can solve this problem by having tyvek overalls on hand for these people to wear. On the back of the overalls will be printed the words “I came to the airport looking like a fat pig and all I got was these damn overalls.”

That damned Saturday night stay.
Where the hell did this nonsense come from? Why do you care whether or not we stay over a Saturday night? Do you get a commission from the hotels? When we want to come home, let us come home. Don’t make us stay in a strange city away from our loved ones for an extra night if we don’t want too.

Wide-open stand-by
If I have a ticket to fly from Phoenix to Cincinnati you should let me get on any airplane I want to so long as there is an empty seat and the aircraft isn’t over gross. Hey, I paid for the ticket — why should I have to sit six extra hours in the airport while a plane to my destination takes off with an empty seat just because my ticket is for a later flight. Either way, you get a butt in a seat and money for a ticket. Oh — and no charge for changing either.

Just be honest.
Is my flight going to be on time? If I walk up to the gate and see a departure time of 8:30 on the sign – and it’s 8:15 and I can plainly see that there’s no plane at the gate, don’t tell me the flight is going to be on time. It isn’t going to be on time. It’s going to be late – and there are people I need to call to let them know. No more of these “eat dog waste and die a horrible death” looks from the gate agents and obnoxious “It says 8:30, doesn’t it?” responses when I ask how long the delay is going to be.

I don’t WANT to pull my seatback up yet.
OK, I know why I have to put away my tray table and pull my seatback to its full upright and locked position on takeoff and landing. It’s so people can get out of the airplane in an emergency, right? And to keep people from being hurt when Captain Kangaroo lands a little rough. Fine. I’ll go along with it. But don’t send the Gestapo down the aisle barking at me about my seat backs when we’re headed for Atlanta and the airplane is over Birmingham. Tell us to pull our seat backs up when the gear goes down. That ought to do it.

Non-reclining seats
There is no more uncomfortable space on this planed which is designed for occupancy by a human being than those damned seats on airliners that won’t recline. These are the seats with an exit row right behind them. Anyone riding in these seats should get a voucher for a free first-class upgrade on a space available basis for their next flight.

Free headphones
Simple enough. Those people in the seats are paying taxes to bail your asses out of some pretty stupid financial decisions. Give them free headphones – and an audio channel for The Best of Boortz.

Cell Phones
I’m still not convinced that cell phones screw with the navigation system. Doesn’t happen on my airplane. Let the passengers use the cell phones. They used them on those hijacked flights and we didn’t see any navigation problems there, did we? Seems to me the navigation was rather good.

Class Warfare boarding.
Now I understand why you like to board the airplane from the rear forward. Great. But the entire purpose of this exercise is defeated if you give your precious Super-Platinum-Diamond-Gold Medal frequent flying passengers a head start on everyone else. I don’t care how many frequent flier miles they have. I’m paying for my ticket (and for your bailout) and they are on expense accounts. Go look at the way Southwest boards their airplanes. Do it that way.

Attractive Flight Attendants.
Two words. Singapore Air. Oh, and can we slim some of them down too? On a recent flight I had an aisle seat. I got the hell beat out of me every time the flight attendant walked by. Look, if they have to go up and down the aisles sideways like a huge crab they probably should be given a desk job somewhere — with a very sturdy chair.

Frequent flier miles.
All frequent flier miles should be equal. Some grunt with just enough frequent flier miles probably worked a lot harder to earn those miles than some Super-Gold-Titanium Frequent Flier did – and paid for the miles with his own money to boot. No black-out periods for just some of your customers. Treat them all the same.

Original Posting

Courtesy of Free Republic and Neal Boortz

Funny article about Microsoft

TheOnion.com: Microsoft Patents Ones, Zeroes (Alternate Link)

Christmas is one day, same day every year. December 25.

Jews love Dec. 25th. It’s another paid day off work. We go to movies and out for Chinese food, and Israeli dancing. Chanukah is eight days. It starts the evening of the 24th of Kislev, whenever that falls. No one is ever sure. Jews never know until a non-Jewish friend asks when Chanukah starts, forcing us to consult a calendar so we don’t look like idiots. We all have the same calendar, provided free with a donation from either the World Jewish Congress, the kosher butcher, or the local Sinai Memorial Chapel (especially in Florida).

Christmas is a major holiday. Chanukah is a minor holiday with the same theme as most Jewish holidays.They tried to kill us, we survived, let’s eat!!

Christians get wonderful presents such as jewelry, perfume, stereos… Jews get practical presents such as underwear, socks, or a the collected works of the Rambam which looks impressive on the bookshelf.

There is only one way to spell Christmas. No one can decide how to spell Chanuka, Chanukah, Chanukka, Channukah, Hanukah, Hannuka.

Christmas is a time of great pressure for husbands and boy friends. Their partners expect special gifts. Jewish men are relieved of that burden. No one expects a diamond ring on Chanukah.

Christmas brings enormous electric bills. Candles are used for Chanukah. Not only are we spared enormous electric bills, but we get to feel good about not contributing to the energy crisis.

Christmas carols are beautiful. Silent Night, Come o Ye Faithful. Chanukah songs are about dreidels made from clay or about having a party and dancing the horah. Of course, we are secretly pleased that many of the beautiful carols were composed and written by our tribal brethren. And don’t Barbara Streisand and Neil Diamond sing them beautifully?

A home preparing for Christmas smells wonderful. The sweet smell of cookies and cakes baking. Happy people are gathered around in festive moods. A home preparing for Chanukah smells of oil, potatoes and onions. The home, as always, is full of loud people all talking at once.

Christian women have fun baking Christmas cookies. Jewish women burn their eyes and cut their hands grating potatoes and onions for latkes on Chanukah. Another reminder of our suffering through the ages.

Parents deliver gifts to their children during Christmas. Jewish parents have no qualms about withholding a gift any of the eight nights.

The players in the Christmas story have easy to pronounce names such as Mary, Joseph and Jesus. The players in the Chanukah story are Antiochus, Judah, Maccabee, and Matta whatever. No one can spell it or pronounce it. On the plus side, we can tell our friends anything and they believe we are wonderfully versed in our history.

In recent years, Christmas has become more and more commercialized. The same holds true for Chanukah, even though it is a minor holiday. It makes sense. How could we market a major holiday such as Yom Kippur? Forget about celebrating. Think observing. Come to synagogue, starve yourself for 27 hours, become one with your dehydrated soul, beat your chest, confess your sins, a guaranteed good time for you and your family. Tickets a mere $200 per person.
OY!!

(We take you now to the Oval Office.)

George: Condi! Nice to see you. What’s happening?

Condi: Sir, I have the report here about the new leader of China.

George: Great. Lay it on me.

Condi: Hu is the new leader of China.

George: That’s what I want to know.

Condi: That’s what I’m telling you.

George: That’s what I’m asking you. Who is the new leader of China?

Condi: Yes.

George: I mean the fellow’s name.

Condi: Hu.

George: The guy in China.

Condi: Hu.

George: The new leader of China.

Condi: Hu.

George: The Chinaman!

Condi: Hu is leading China.

George: Now whaddya’ asking me for?

Condi: I’m telling you Hu is leading China.

George: Well, I’m asking you. Who is leading China?

Condi: That’s the man’s name.

George: That’s who’s name?

Condi: Yes.

George: Will you or will you not tell me the name of the new leader of China?

Condi: Yes, sir.

George: Yassir? Yassir Arafat is in China? I thought he was in the Middle East.

Condi: That’s correct.

George: Then who is in China?

Condi: Yes, sir.

George: Yassir is in China?

Condi: No, sir.

George: Then who is?

Condi: Yes, sir.

George: Yassir?

Condi: No, sir.

George: Look, Condi. I need to know the name of the new leader of China. Get me the Secretary General of the U.N. on the phone.

Condi: Kofi?

George: No, thanks.

Condi: You want Kofi?

George: No.

Condi: You don’t want Kofi.

George: No. But now that you mention it, I could use a glass of milk. And then get me the U.N.

Condi: Yes, sir.

George: Not Yassir! The guy at the U.N.

Condi: Kofi?

George: Milk! Will you please make the call?

Condi: And call who?

George: Who is the guy at the U.N?

Condi: Hu is the guy in China.

George: Will you stay out of China?!

Condi: Yes, sir.

George: And stay out of the Middle East! Just get me the guy at the U.N.

Condi: Kofi.

George: All right! With cream and two sugars. Now get on the phone.

(Condi picks up the phone.)

Condi: Rice, here.

George: Rice? Good idea. And a couple of egg rolls, too. Maybe we should send some to the guy in China. And the Middle East. Can you get Chinese food in the Middle East?

In case you’ve ever wondered why ignorance rises to the executive level, or why professional athletes are so well paid, here is a simple explanation that is also mathematical proof:

Given:
Knowledge is Power
Time is Money

And, as every engineer knows:
Power = Work / Time

If Knowledge = Power, and Time = Money, then:
Knowledge = Work / Money

Solving for Money, we get:
Money = Work / Knowledge

Thus, Money approaches infinity as Knowledge approaches zero, regardless of the Work done.

What this means is:
The Less you Know, the More you Make!

THE BRAIN SAID : Since I control everything and do all the work I should be boss.

THE FEET SAID: Since I carry man where he wants to go and get him to do what the Brain wants, I should be boss.

THE HANDS SAID: Since I must do all the work and earn all the money to keep all the rest of you going, I should be boss.

THE EYES SAID: Since I must look out for all of you and tell you where danger lurks, I should be boss.

And so it went with the Heart, the Ears, and the Lungs.

Finally the Asshole spoke up and demanded that he be boss. All the other parts laughed and laughed at the idea of an asshole being boss.

The Asshole was so angered that he blocked himself off and refused to function. Soon the Brain was feverish, the Eyes crossed and ached, the Feet were too weak to walk, the Hands hung limply at his side, the Heart and Lungs struggled to keep going.

All pleaded with the Brain to relent and let the Asshole be boss, and so it happened. All the other parts did all the work and the Asshole just bossed and passed out a lot of shit.

MORAL: You don’t have to be a brain to be boss, just an Asshole.

This might get me hit by a lightning bolt, but its still funny:

  1. He had only one major publication.
  2. It was in Hebrew.
  3. It had no references.
  4. It wasn’t published in a refereed journal.
  5. Some even doubt he wrote it by himself.
  6. It may be true that he created the world, but what has he done since then?
  7. His cooperative efforts have been quite limited.
  8. The scientific community has had a hard time replicating his results.
  9. He never applied to the ethics board for permission to use human subjects.
  10. When one experiment went awry he tried to cover it by drowning his subjects.
  11. When subjects didn’t behave as predicted, he deleted them from the sample.
  12. He rarely came to class, just told students to read the book.
  13. Some say he had his son teach the class.
  14. He expelled his first two students for learning.
  15. Although there were only 10 requirements, most of his students failed his tests.
  16. His office hours were infrequent and usually held on a mountain top.
  17. No record of working well with colleagues.

A classic…

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