Rage on behalf of The Machine
You know what I hate? No, actually, shut up, I don’t have time for you to read that list again. You know what I hate most, today?
What I hate most today is people who have the brains of a retarded Red Setter, but feel they can play their get-out-of-jail-free card by blaming their stupids on a dumb machine [by dumb, I mean the can't-answer-back kind of dumb, not the stupid kind of dumb]
Take, entirely at random these two fine examples of crass arse-holeyness.
[1] It was the Sat Nav’s Fault that I have the IQ of a mouse and can’t recognise a footpath when I see one: Man follows sat nav to cliff edge.
[2] It wasn’t the blitheringly incompetent School Administrator’s Fault, the database should have updated itself, it’s all the database’s fault, honest: Dead girl given truancy warning.
You know, even the Nazis never had the chutzpah to try to blame the tanks. This is a modern phenomenon.
I can see the point that we are all surrounded by an occasionally overwhelming array of sometimes incomprehensible technology, and that technology can go wrong. I mean, have you seen my lawnmower? But when we screw up, when we drop the ball, when we do a bad, let’s not blame the microchips.
Blame the person sat next to you instead. At least they can defend themselves.
And yes, this post should have been much more interesting, but this computer is rubbish.
Everlands