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WHY THE FUCK DOES ANY AIRLINE EVEN RUN THE DC-9 IN COUNTRIES WHERE IT IS LIKELY TO DEVELOP HARDCORE WING ICING ANYWAY. I MEAN.
PUTTING THE ENGINES WAY THE FUCK BACK THERE ON EITHER SIDE OF THE TAIL IS JUST ASKING FOR SHIT TO FALL OFF THE WINGS AND GET SUCKED IN. IT’S NOT LIKE THERE AREN’T A WHOLE BUNCH OF OTHER AIRCRAFT THEY COULD USE. THAT DON’T HAVE THAT FUCKING PROBLEM.
ALSO HAVING AN ENGINE INSIDE THE FUCKING VERTICAL STABILIZER ITSELF IS SUCH A SHITTY IDEA I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT MCDONNELL DOUGLAS WAS EVEN ATTEMPTING TO THINK WITH THE DC-10. SIOUX CITY WAS JUST FUCKING WAITING TO HAPPEN.
JESUS CRYSTALLIZING DICK I’M STARTING TO TALK IN SENTENCE FRAGMENTS. I’VE SPENT TOO LONG READING REPORTS BY THAT FUCKWIT FROM THE AIR ACCIDENT INVESTIGATION BRANCH WHOSE SHIFT KEY SEEMS MYSTERIOUSLY TO MALFUNCTION EACH TIME HE TYPES THE LETTER U.
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THAT WASN’T BOEING, YOU DELIBERATELY OBTUSE FUCK. THAT WAS PARKER FUCKING HANNIFIN WHO MADE THE VALVE. AND IF YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT SAFETY RECORDS LET’S GO SEE HOW THE MD-80 DID, SHALL WE? OH! WAIT! LOOKS LIKE THE JACKSCREW ASSEMBLY WORKING THE HORIZONTAL STABILIZER KILLED A BUNCH OF PEOPLE!
I FUCKING HATE IT WHEN YOU’RE RIGHT, YOU KNOW.
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In a dark bar somewhere, in rumpled suits:
HEY. YOU’RE TOTALLY FUCKING WRONG ABOUT THE MD-80 BY THE WAY. SHIT WAS FLAWED FROM THE START.
I WENT BACK AND LOOKED IT UP. —LAPHROAIG, NO ICE, MAKE IT A DOUBLE. —FUCKING MCDONNELL DOUGLAS DIDN’T EVEN BOTHER TO DESIGN REDUNDANCY INTO THE LONGITUDINAL TRIM ACTUATOR SYSTEM IN THE FIRST PLACE. ONE JACKSCREW, ONE FUCKING NUT. THAT BREAKS, EVERYONE DIES.
YEAH, OKAY, IT WAS A MAINTENANCE ISSUE BUT THAT DOESN’T TAKE AWAY FROM THE FACT THAT THOSE FUCKING PLANES ARE STILL FLYING AROUND TODAY TWELVE YEARS LATER WITH THE SAME NON-FAILSAFE BULLSHIT STABILIZER DESIGN. RELYING ON AN AIRLINE’S FUCKING MAINTENANCE DIVISION TO MAKE SURE YOUR PLANE DOESN’T KILL PEOPLE IS A STRATEGY DOOMED TO FUCKING FAILURE. -THANKS.
STOP CHANGING THE FUCKING SUBJECT AND ADMIT YOU’RE WRONG, JESUS CHRIST.
I FUCKING HATE YOU.
OH NO YOU DON’T. —HEY, WHEN YOU GET A CHANCE, ANOTHER GROSS PINK TROPICAL WHATEVER THE BRIT JACKASS IS DRINKING, PUT IT ON MY TAB. TWO CAN PLAY AT THIS GAME, FUCKHEAD.
Later that night:
I STILL HATE YOU. ALSO AIRBUS. I AM NOT FOND OF AIRBUS INDUSTRIE FOR A NUMBER OF REASONS. BUT MOSTLY I HATE YOU.
LOT OF METASYNTACTIC VARIABLES IN THAT SENTENCE. YOU’RE STILL TOO COHERENT, THOUGH, I HAVE TO FIX THAT.
THAT’S FUCKING BETTER.
