Adding Profit

If ever we needed more proof that Big Air (not Congress, that’s a rant for another time) are a bunch of chiseling bastards, here’s the latest:

American Airlines announced Tuesday that it plans to add seatback screens to its aircraft and to increase the number of premium and extra-legroom seating in some aircraft.

I don’t care about the screens because I seldom if ever use them unless it’s to follow the flight’s progress on that little map thingy.

I really care about the seat issue because lest we forget, some twenty or so years ago airlines began reducing seat sizes and cramming the smaller seats into ever-smaller spaces within the planes.  Yeah, the feeling went in Big Air Finance, that’s fine, especially as that enabled them to buy smaller-and-yet-smaller aircraft without losing passenger count.

Now, of course, to ride in their cramped aluminum tubes you have to have the approximate body shape of Victoria Hervey to fit in the seats, coupled with the approximate height of Peter Dinklage to have any kind of legroom.


(photos not drawn to scale;  Dinklage actually comes up
to just above Hervey’s navel)

Now, as customer discontent has grown to a fever pitch — most especially, of course by those poor souls (i.e. everyone who can’t afford the bloated fares of first- and business class) thus cramped into a fetal position for a lengthy flight — American is now installing “premium” seats with “extra legroom”.  (The “premium” refers to the prices they’ll be charging, and the “extra” is how much more you’ll have to pay.)

How much extra?  Here’s an example:

Note that the departure times are different — i.e. different flights — because the earlier flight had sold out of Premium Economy seats.

If the above doesn’t give you the Warm & Fuzzies, then you obviously aren’t an American Airlines accountant.

For the rest of us, however:

At this point, I need to warn y’all that at some time next year I have to fly to the Old Racist Republic — details unimportant, because personal — and I’ll be raffling off several guns to be able to afford the Economy fare (don’t even think about Premium, of course).


(Delta because I refuse to fly on any Muslim airline, fukkem)

Wheeee… eighteen hours in steerage:  I can hardly wait.

Please set your budgets accordingly.

News Summary


...I’m just surprised that Cornyn himself hasn’t done the same, the slimy little shit.


...to the surprise of absolutely… nobody.  Now can we hang him for treason?


...as The Great Cultural Assimilation Project© continues apace.


...missing word: NC Democrat Governor.


...just doing his job until he gets to the U.S. Senate in January.



...and I don’t care if Mercedes-AMG doesn’t care if I hate their EVs, because I’m never ever going to buy one anyway, and wouldn’t accept one as a gift.
#DuracellRubbish #ArrogantKrauts


...and a comment from Longtime Friend & Total Hottie Mrs. Sor/The Catholic:


Along with the important questions, e.g.:


...woof, woof.


...that is to say:  a MUSLIM woman (of course).  And:


...Africa/Shari’a wins again.
#Nigeria


...in which we play out favorite game of “Guess The Race”.  (Hint:  her first name is “Lytonja”.)


oh no:

Sorry about that.  This proves the old adage:  “There’s nothing so foul that men won’t pay to see it naked on the Internet.”  (Okay, that’s not so old:  I just coined it.)

Here’s a palate cleanser:

Quote Of The Day

From the Bible, Proverbs 24:17-18:

17 Do not gloat when your enemy falls;  when they stumble, do not let your heart rejoice
18 or the Lord will see and disapprove and turn his wrath away from them.

Or else you could just ignore the Good Book:

When it comes to Commies, Greens, hypocrites and the like tripping on their own dicks / getting hoist by their own petard etc., I’m afraid I am very much of the latter persuasion.

One of the few side benefits of being an atheist, I guess.

Classic Beauty: Connie Stevens

She wasn’t just “Hollywood’s Sweetheart”;  for the late 1950s and early -60s, Connie Stevens was everybody’s sweetheart.  (And most notably, Elvis’s.)

And in glorious color:

Did I mention that our girl was also a singer with a Top Ten hit?

And then there were those legs…

Bedtime:

Total sweetheart.

My Kind Of Show

I have no idea how I stumbled onto Bangers & Cash, but I love it (for very obvious reasons).  An old-fashioned, gentle TV show about old-fashioned, gentle people talking about old-fashioned, gentle cars.

They talk about them, they restore them, they fix them, and they drive them.  It gives me a chance to go back in time, revel in nostalgia… and the only thing missing is a pint or two of Wadworths 6X at my right hand.

It’s all so different from today’s normal frenzied, clickbait-driven fare, which is why I enjoy it so.  Join me, if you will.  (link in logo below)