Seriously, does anyone in their right mind think that John McCain would have already screwed up so royally, in such a short period of time, by nominating four tax cheats to major cabinet posts (one to head the IRS), and by already having two Secretaries of Commerce have to step down? Furthermore, does anyone honestly think that John McCain would have screwed up the stimulus package this badly with so much pork, and would have dropped the charges against the man suspected of bombing The USS Cole–and then have had the audacity to invite the family members of the murdered sailors over to the White House after the fact (see video below)? Oh, and just so you all know, I would also crawl uphill, on my hands and knees, on broken glass, to shake John McCain‘s hand and thank him for all of the sacrifices that he has made for our great country, but I digress.
But hey, our pilot is “cool”, he is “youthful”, he has a nice smile, he gives great speeches (if you aren’t sick of all of the platitudes yet), and Hollywood loves him. That’s what’s important–right? Experience is for old fogies with grey hair who smell like mothballs.
[By the way, George Will has an excellent column in which he explains that, “There are no rules in presidential elections”, and that “rhetoric carries the day”. Do any of you honestly think that anyone would ever fly again if we used those same standards to judge airline pilots by–i.e., that one’s speeches and rhetoric were more important than one’s experience and accomplishments? Just a thought.]
So, in conclusion, the next time that I fly on an airplane, if there is an older, experienced, heroic pilot flying the plane, then I am going to get off and demand that I be put on another plane with a younger, more handsome, more charismatic, less experienced pilot who is friends with Ludacris, Jay-Z, and Scarlett Johansson. I mean, so what if we crash into the ocean and I lose a leg due to the trauma–I have a spare. Besides, it would be worth the risk of crashing just to hear the dashing, young pilot say “Yes we can” in his sonorous baritone as we take off. Hey, what can I say? I’ve really got my priorities in order, don’t I? Yeah, you see, I’m cool like that.
This diary is cross-posted on The Minority Report.