The embodiment of clueless detachment, W., stares out his unopenable window as New Orleans drowns in Hurrican Katrina
Unfreaking believable. From the LA Times:
During a Saturday fundraiser in Beverly Hills, Calif., which took in $6 million, Mitt Romney expressed his concerns over Ann Romney’s emergency landing on Friday. The candidate cast doubt on the mechanical design of airplane windows, in a general sense.
“When you have a fire in an aircraft, there’s no place to go, exactly, there’s no — and you can’t find any oxygen from outside the aircraft to get in the aircraft, because the windows don’t open. I don’t know why they don’t do that. It’s a real problem. So it’s very dangerous….” he said.
Romney’s idea doesn’t work scientifically, as one blogger on Dailykos explains:
“It’d be like the mile-high club for Seamus, with the added benefit of asphyxiation induced by the low oxygen levels at cruising altitude — assuming that you manage to avoid having the plane rip apart due to the sudden loss of cabin pressure.”
Also, too: Terrarists, How they would love not having to stuff their shoes or underwear with C-4 Just take a window seat, and when the time comes, jimmy it open. Shortly thereafter, seventy virgins will appear.
Ya know, I’d always credited Mittens with an above average IQ, him having graduated from Harvard with a dual law/MBA degree and all. But this story has to make you wonder. Consider this his W.’s Katrina and Poppy Bush’s supermarket scanner moment, all rolled into one.