Ok seriously, the Air France jet didn't "disappear" or "vanish." Just today, finally, CNN reads "Air France jet probably crashed." Well no f**king shit, CNN. It went out of contact over the middle of the ocean, and then didn't land anywhere. This isn't Lost.

A sane, normal headline would read "Jet goes down over the Atlantic; exact crash location unknown." But that's a lot less interesting. The networks are just taking advantage of the fact that we can't prove to an empirical certainty that it crashed, to get ratings. But what are the possible alternatives? The pilots turned off their electric functions, secretly landed on a desered island (with a jumbo-jet runway no less), and began a new blissful life? Did the jet turn on the afterburners and fly clear into space? Did it have a submarine function? Was it a transformer? I don't mean to make fun of a tragedy, but the coverage really is a joke.

Jordan is sitting here, and he suggests alien abduction. But why would they take the jet too? If they can get all the way to Earth, surely they don't need our crap technology.

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Anonymous said…
That last sentence of this entry is absolutely hilarious, even if the subject of this entry is not.
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