Just listen to the people laugh, laugh laughing at how funny this video is.
Stop laughing stupid people. It’s not funny. It’s horrendous. It perfectly illustrates why I am a misanthrope. It’s my biggest fear realized. These are the imbeciles that will someday cause my demise because their dumbass happened to be assigned the emergency seat on the airplane. We all die of smoke inhalation because of asswipes like this.
“The bulk of the passengers could have been saved if only Ernie turned the hatch to the left, instead of agonizingly and stubbornly turning it to the right to no avail.”
Ernie is somewhere in this video.
What am I all riled up about?
It’s a simple game of visual telephone. The first guy mimes a person starting a motorcycle, revving it, accelerating, and turning from side to side. But by the end of the rhumba-line-of-stupid the mime has become a Cab Calloway dance step.
Yes, to be fair, there are people not at fault within the chain. But that’s exactly my point. What good is competence when we have to interact with incompetence?
This is why we have people running around saying, “Trump said Nazis are fine people.”
This is why this video makes me angry. It is not entertainment. It’s a horrific documentary.
I calm down now.
Whoa whoa whoa…… calm down old buddy. You’re a lil’ stressed. I know just what you need. A documentary. A BBC documentary.
I know. Like throwing sunflower seeds in front of a vampire.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3oxe4mlsQos
calm down … it was entertaining for the spectators because they could see the fallacies played out live … it wasn’t an exercise in repeating exact instructions where people’s lives depended on them (do we really think that anyone is actually paying attention during the Life Boat Drill on the cruise?)
people do not pay attention to instruction, even when they are explicitly told to (did you notice the dimwit on his cellphone?) … & in a life-or-death situation they’ll be too busy panicking to pay attention … just gather those that are paying attention enough to realize the situation & survive
That ranked right up there with watching drunk people doing the chicken dance at a wedding reception.
It’s already over Fur.
Enjoy the descent into the maelstrom.
I work with a mix of young and old people.
The youts are all indoctrinated to believe we have 12 years left.
So sit back, enjoy some premium tequila, bourbon, scotch, brandy, etc…
It’ fucking over.
We have NO chance.
Yet enjoy, rejoice in the fact that you lived in the epoch of mankind. 🙂
Loco, I thought I covered all that by posting the 10cc ‘I’m not in love’ documentary.
Well, everybody’s got to die of something sooner or later, anyway.
So look at it this way: Wouldn’t you rather die due to someone else’s stupidity than your own? Much less embarrassing to you that way.
Hope this thought helps.
😉
Didn’t help.
History of baseball?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bD4lzGsPEuo
Idiots on wheels?
https://youtu.be/xLtSab1yJUQ
“What good is competence when we have to interact with incompetence?”
But that’s life, every daily aspect of it. Always has been.
I live in Tampa. You know what people are like down here. My daily commute is on I-4. I risk, daily, dying because of other people’s recklessness, rashness, inattention and stupidity…genuine, lethal incompetence. It’s nothing new.
I dunno’ guys, Hat seems to be in one of his ‘Coach Buttermaker’ moods.
Not even repeated crankin’ of dem beach boys will help.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RsG37JcEQNw
That went down hill. Started with a fun motorcycle ride, ended up with the karate kid sanding the fence.
The short girl that held her hands to high was the first major mistake where it started going astray.
And they say body language, tone of voice are, what, 80% of communication and the words alone only 20%? Once it went 25% wrong, the rest of the chain quickly went 100% wrong.
It’s the old proverb about communications –
I know you think you understand what you think I said, but I’m not sure you understand that what I said was not what I meant.
I think it also shows that there are people who have no clue what and how to ride a motorcycle.
To someone who doesnt ride, and has never seen someone kick start and ride away, the motions are meaningless, so theres no mental picture to go with the actions.
PaulS, I was thinking the same thing.
It looks like a dance step if you’re not a rider.
BTW, I was frustrated my `77 750GS started easily with the button and I never could kick start it.
I stopped trying after a sheared key in the distributor made it kick back. OW!
We used to play the verbal version of gossip with it changing from first to last.
Johnny Dangerously the grapevine
https://youtu.be/aFII-edH-Yo
I was expecting someone to goose the boobs of their observer as it neared the end.
Basicaly , it’s a version of that old “whisper party game” where someone would whisper into the person’s ear next to them and the secret would be whispered to the next personl. By the time you reach the last person, they announce the message and it’s far from the original. Just chill!
It’s true, though.
Early in my working career I came to the realization that a lot of incompetence is rooted in poor communication, which doesn’t appear to have changed much in 40 years.
The kind of dolts the education system is turning out doesn’t help much either.
I was at a theater watching one of my nieces in a talent show. There was a false alarm and the fucking subhuman Goddamned retarded moronic assholes in attendance were not exiting the theater quickly and orderly the fucking morons were standing in front of the exits haven’t a chuckle fest. The alarm had been set off by a steam escape from the heating system, so it could easily have been carbon monoxide or my number of other things that necessitated evacuation. This was fifteen years ago and since then I sit as close to an exit as possible.
Twenty minutes is how long it took for the attendees to finally file out. It should have been done in under two
Not a misanthrope but I do not suffer fools easily, something I should work on.
See, this doesn’t bother me because humans by nature are flawed, frail, and apt to misconstrue, hardwired in their DNA. And this spectacle is more humorous then revealing because even good people can innocuously get things very wrong. No, the truly evil people, those deserving of your ire, are those pundits that intentionally try to deceive knowing that they are misleading and maligning.
FWIW, I really enjoy the posts where the authors actually write something themselves and not just paste from another site. I wishes the others would follow suit.
I thought it was funny. It’s a lesson on communication which we have lost in our world as we know it. If I were in line, I would break the chain and not act stupid to the next person. But that’s just me.
Once it was limited to two movements it stayed pretty true.
I know I have all of Eternity, but BFH, I want my four minutes back please. You time thief you! 👿
This demonstration shows exactly how the MSM works.
“exactly how the MSM works.”
Except 95% of the time, it’s deliberate when the media does it.
Rich,
I try and write a little something on most of the posts I do.
But we do over 40 a day.
That’s a lot of writing.
You also run the risk of being too in the face of the reader, and also interjecting too much personal editorializing when you want to hear from readers without them feeling like they are being contrary with the original poster.
It’s a tough balance.
With this article I fully knew I was going to be chastised by the readers.
But I’m not hiding the fact that I’m inviting it. I can take it.
That’s not a role for everyone. It’s tougher than it looks.
Misanthropes Unite!
I became one in about the 3rd grade… but never so much as when we moved to a secluded spot in MO. These days I only go up the driveway twice a month. I’m a confirmed hermit. I even listen for vehicles passing by and wait behind the big tree until they pass. I’m not the “Howdy Neighbor!” sort of fellow.
I spent too much time in MD being 20 feet from everybody.
I was under a car one time, my own car, working on some shit, and a fucking neighbor crawled under the car with me… NOT to ask me if I needed help, but to beg me to work on his vehicular problem.
I was the neighborhood (and far beyond) mechanic through word-of-mouth because I’m the sort of fellow who helps people. That’s one of the dichotomies of the misanthrope…I’m glad to help you but I also want you to fuck off.
I’ll help you fix a hay cutter drag any time, but I don’t want to hear about your fucking problems, and I will not play billiards with you.