CSotD: Re-Accomodating My Sense of Humor
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We'll start today with Bill Bramhall's response to the United Airlines incident.
I'm seeing a few funny takes on the event, but I like Bramhall's piece because there really wasn't anything funny about what happened, or, at least, what appears to have happened, since there may be a little more sorting out of facts.
The "Leggings Incident" has been brought up, but the "Leggings Incident" didn't really happen: Two girls flying on United employee freebies were asked to comply with the United Employee Freebie Dress Code, which they did, and a nearby passenger mistakenly thought it applied to all passengers, so he had his 10-year-old daughter slip into a bathroom and change out of her asswrap.
And some Social Justice Warrior who didn't know what was going on whipped out her cellphone and shot off her mouth and the only scandal for United was that, blindsided by an incoherent cheapshot, they muffed their initial response.
This one's real, and the questions that remain don't appear likely to absolve the airline.
Starting with why they didn't know they needed to get four crew members to Louisville before they started boarding passengers.
And why that 5:40 pm flight was the only way to accomplish it, particularly since United has an O'Hare/Louisville flight at 9 pm, which was likely fully ticketed but would have allowed them to annoy their customers more discreetly in a gate area by not letting them check in at all.
And both Delta and American also had later flights. I've been bumped and then re-ticketed on competing airlines, and if the kids of United employees can slip into a bathroom and change out of their leggings, why couldn't the crew switch into civvies to avoid flying in uniform on a competing airline?
Or rent a freakin' car. Ain't they got no rental car agencies at O'Hare?
And top it off with the CEO blaming a guy whose wife was willing to accept the layover, but who had business the next morning which would have been just as important as the business of the United Airlines crew members if it weren't for the fact that United Airlines business is more important than anyone else's?
Though not important enough to raise the compensation offer from $800 to the full $1350 permitted.
Just more important than, say, a doctor attending to a patient.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we've had an emergency.
If there is a doctor on board the flight,
would he please get the hell off?"
Then we get into the legalese whereby the law says they can prevent people from boarding if the flight is overbooked, but everyone had already boarded, and I'm gonna leave that up to the courts.
(No truth to the rumor, BTW, that Merrick Garland was beaten and dragged out of an overbooked Supreme Court.)
Juxtaposition of the Day
And the day after I swear off Facebook, two cartoons explain why.
Though I suspect this is more along the lines of how, when you become pregnant, you start seeing pregnant people everywhere.
So far, the biggest change I've felt is that I'll think of some wiseass comment and realize I can no longer simply post it on Facebook.
Which is hard, because, for the past six or seven years, I've had this place where I could pipe up with wiseass comments.
Now that sharing them with the world is not that easy, oddly enough, they turn out to not be that funny or insightful or (certainly) important after all.
Though, in my case, I have this blog.
So, I had a good pizza last night. Margherita, with anchovies. I should have taken a picture before I started, but here's what a slice looked like.
(clears throat)
The dog always begs for the crusts. I don't have a picture of him doing that.
(clears throat again)
You know, a margherita pizza should have limes on it, and the crust should be salty, because … um …
… oh, never mind.
Meanwhile, in the land of tuxedos
The Pulitzers were announced yesterday and I was pleased to see that the winner and both finalists in editorial cartooning have all been featured here more than once.
The best prizes are those that go to people I would have given them to. These are really good prizes.
The other prizes suck.
Click on their names to view the portfolios of cartoons that won them their honors:
And that's not all:
The National Cartoonists' Society has announced the finalists for their annual awards, and there are several familiar faces there as well. Here's the list.
Those awards will be made at the group's annual convention in Portland, Oregon, May 27, which I mention in part so you'll know when to look for the announcement but also because the NCS has tried, over the past few years, so schedule some sort of public event during their convention.
It's a chance to meet-and-greet people whose work you've seen, and, while I'm not apt to travel that far, I'll keep an eye out on behalf of those readers who might be closer.
Though I'm tempted to try to make it out there, since I'd probably have to fly through O'Hare.
It could be kind of nostalgic: I haven't gotten to watch the Chicago cops kick the shit out of anyone since 1968.
Now here's your moment of zen
(No, I never looked like this. Though stewardesses in 1970 kind of did.)
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