Don't Blame Me

Let's see if I understand
how the world works lately...



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 butt is parked in front of this computer,



I want you to blame Bill Gates...okay.