Fuck Flying

Fuck the airlines and the half-retarded TSA trolls. Let them all go out of business. I couldn't care less. Skies minus planes are pleasant clear skies. Airports minus planes will be wonderous, echoing hulls; monuments to the once pleasant experience of flying, which by my calculations, ended sometime around 1972 or when the TWA Terminal at Idelwild shut down.
When the best that airlines can offer is an experience on par with being herded slowly through the gates of an abbatoir... Being served 3 ounce beverages once every four hours... Told not to stand up, not to stand near the bathroom, or the cockpit door, or near the waitresses... Sitting on a tarmac for 90 minutes b/c plane X was late, and now every plane at the airport is also late... Unable to get from one city to another without flying through fucking Phoenix... Breathing recycled air for hours on end because the airlines are too cheap to bring in any fresh air... Losing or damaging my luggage 15% of the time (and you wonder why we want to have everything be carry-on?) Having to sit on filthy seats that would make the bedspread at a Motel 6 in East St Louis look spotless by comparison... Fitting my 6' 3" height into tiny cramped seats that are less comfortable than the average trip to the dentist... Well guess what - fuck flying. I'll keep my money. I can get to mountains, forests, oceans, deserts and islands in an hour without every getting on your plane.


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"I can get to mountains, forests, oceans, deserts and islands in an hour without every getting on your plane."
lucky you. the only place i can get to in an hour without a plane is fort lauderdale.
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