see if I understand how the world works lately...
a man cuts his finger off while slicing salami at work, he blames the restaurant.
you smoke three packs a day for 40 years and die of lung cancer, your family
blames the tobacco company.
your neighbor crashes into a tree while driving home drunk, he blames the bartender.
your grandchildren are brats without manners, you blame television.
your friend is shot by a deranged madman, you blame the gun manufacturer.
if a crazed person breaks into the cockpit and tries to kill the pilot at 35,000
feet, and the passengers kill him instead, the mother of the decease blames
must have lived too long to understand the world as it is anymore. So, if I
die while my old, wrinkled butt is parked in front of this computer, I want
you to blame Bill Gates...okay?