"A miracle on the Hudson"...lo, how the standards have dropped.
New York governor David Patterson's own words, folks. "Miracle", being the specific problem. Nobody gets hurt after one of God's own creatures flies right into the fucking engine and the plane lands in a dirty river in January. Back in the day, you had to bring someone back from the dead or part a sea, now all you've got to do is follow the safety regulations and act with a clear head and it gets called a miracle.
Let's explore the psychology a little bit here, shall we. Say that I condition a puppy to have a deathly fear of water by staging a series of mock drownings. Then one day when we've got the pool open for the spring, I toss the little fellow in and immediately rescue him. He's certainly going to appreciate it, but that doesn't mean that I've done a good thing in the altogether. I'm just being an asshole, really.
You know, I appreciate the historical significance of New York getting it's first blind, African-American governor, but today, I think I would have preferred the whoring Jew they had this time last year.
"The whole conception of God is a conception derived from ancient Oriental despotisms. It is a conception quite unworthy of free men."