If a man cuts his finger off while
slicing salami at work, he blames the restaurant.
If you smoke three packs a day for 40 years and die of lung cancer,
your family blames the tobacco company.
If your neighbor crashes into a tree while driving home drunk, he blames the bartender.
If your grandchildren are brats without manners, you blame television.
If your friend is shot by a deranged madman, you blame the gun manufacturer.
And if a crazed person breaks into the cockpit and tries to kill the pilot at 35,000 feet, and the passengers kill him instead, the mother of the crazed deceased
blames the airline.
I must have lived too long to understand the world as it is anymore. So, if I die while my old wrinkled ass is parked in front of this computer, I want all of you to
blame Bill Gates.
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