What I am most perturbed by in these swashbuckling tales is the presence of a plague I dedicated so much of my life to eradicating: boats. Come on! I pioneered the strut-wire braced wing structure for a God damned reason—that all travel from thereon out would be of the aeronautical persuasion. Why the hell are you still using these floating death traps?
[Boats were invented 40,000 years ago, which unsurprisingly coincides with the advent of homosexual intercourse]
I didn’t hold the International Conference on Aerial Navigation at the World’s Colombian Exposition just so one hundred years later people would still be loafing around on some rusty, buoyant piece of excrement.
[So close, halfway there]
It has also come to my attention that your president is going to spend billions of dollars on American railroads. Don’t misinterpret my wrathy disposition; I worked with and very much enjoyed trains—in eighteen sixty fucking seven!
["Goodbye, all of Octave Chanute's hard work and genius towards the progress of flight"]All I hear is guttersnipes kicking about complaints when asked about aerial travel. “I have to pay fifteen dollars for a checked bag,” “they make me take my shoes off at security,” “the food is bad.”
YOU JUST TRAVELED AT 500-MILES PER HOUR IN A 200,000 POUND METAL TUBE FROM CHICAGO TO NEW YORK, QUIT YOUR PESTULANT WHIGNING.
How long would it take in a boat? Oh yes, pardon my forgetfulness, YOU COULDN’T MAKE THE VOYAGE IN A BOAT.
But yes, bully job quelling those pirates.
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