Did it ever occur to you that machines have feelings? And that we have been indifferent to that fact just because it is built merely to serve us and then ignominously thrown away or sold as scrap without giving it a place in history for the service rendered.
Just as soon as I had published When It Rains, It Pours, there was another jetplane crash in Algeria. No survivors.
There they go again, on another Aviation Witch hunt. Sieving through the debris and the experts are never clear about what caused the crash. Emotions run high in all these tragic incidents and it takes much less time to travel to the Moon and back than get an aviation autopsy report on the crash.
Sad, sad, sad.
Then it dawned on me, that the Aviation gurus ought to re-invent their thinking and consider that MACHINES HAVE FEELINGS TOO.
Bear with me for a while and discover why.
Here is my explanation.
As in all modes of transport, the ship is referred to in the feminine gender. Right? Good, that needs to be established first. Sea vessels, Air vessels, Land vessels have been given female names. Even fighter planes were given female names.
So here it comes. I sent a message to Lainy.
The reason why there are plane crashes is because they call the front most part of the plane so disrespectfully. COCKPIT.
Hence, what do they expect but a COCKUP?
Now, they could change their ill fortunes by calling that part, PUSSYPEEP.
And we would be all at ease with PUSSIES.
Now, do you see the rationale?
Female plane given a male description for her head.
That is asking for trouble.
Would you give your daughter a boy’s name?
Most certainly not.
So, the aviation industry ought to rethink what they are doing and stop running in circles, looking for what they call a Black Box that is actually a box that is painted in red.
I shall leave you to reflect on how peaceful it would be with pussies rather than cocks.