Where’s my taser remote…

“It is not very good is it. Now we are stranded here and I don’t know when we will take off. What are we supposed to do?”

That line is courtesy of one of the cretins on the TV who are not happy that their flight was delayed because 130+ people could have died in a plane crash at Heathrow on Thursday. Then they move to another person whinging. And then another.

Everyone loves a good whinge. Even I do. Yeah I know, I couldn’t believe it either when I found out. I was devastated. I only found out by pure chance. I was moaning about the world in general to one of the voices in my head and then one of the other voices (he calls himself Baron Von ChakyChoo. What kind of name is that and he is giving ME grief?!) kicks in and starts moaning that me and Gerald (the other voice in my head) spend all day moaning and whinging. I am seriously tempted to start taking my prescription to get rid of him. The only reason I don’t is that I enjoy my conversations with Gerald. Such a good guy.

So therefore I propose that instead of killing Gerald with pills, that those geniuses at Sony etc make a TV that goes further then the revolutionary “Scratch and Sniff” box and allows us to really inflict pain on the moaning idiots who aren’t happy that they are put out because 100’s of people could have died so delayed the continuation of their life by a few hours. Something like a taser would work. You press a button on the remote control and you see the TV offender start shaking and dribbling. Granted, I would never agree to an interview at all no matter what happened to me in life through fear of retribution, but hell…I would keep a bag of recharged batteries next to my remote the rest of my life.
We could call it “TaserVision”.

Published by Sy

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