Airplanes are a great commodity. Simply put: they get us where we need to go way faster than any means of transportation out there. And if you’re a frequent flyer, you’re OK with the fact the over-glamorized concept of travel is really just a long, uncomfortable ride in a small, uncomfortable seat, next to a couple people you probably hate. Followed by some jetlag and most likely a delay, but I’m not going to mention any names.
And the thing that sorda sucks about air travel is there’s a slight chance stuff could get pretty dangerous. I mean, not saying every time I fly I’m all, Final Destination about it; I don’t generally have a fear of flying, but there’s always that one moment where I’m all, “OMG, what if this is the last song I’ll ever hear on my iPod again?”, or “are those really turbulents, or is this plane about to plummet into the Atlantic Ocean?” Though statistically speaking, the likelihood of something very serious happening is pretty slim.
But by happenstance, Ann Romney was aboard a flight that needed to make an emergency landing in Denver—and it seems her beloved Mitt has these same sort of concerns himself about the whole idea of flying. Except for he has no idea what he’s talking about.
“I appreciate the fact that she is on the ground, safe and sound. And I don’t think she knows just how worried some of us were,” Romney told The Los Angeles Times. “When you have a fire in an aircraft, there’s no place to go, exactly.” That’s right, Mitt. You’re kinda stuck up there. He continued explaining how, “[y]ou can’t find any oxygen from outside the aircraft to get in the aircraft, because the windows don’t open[.]” But that’s the thing, there’s no oxygen at 40,000 feet. None at all. None at all whatsoever. Even if there was, any additional oxygen would just feed the flames, causing the storm of shitty luck to spread further.
Sigh. But then again, this is coming from the same person who thought it’d be a good idea to get a spray tan to seem more “Latino.”
And so. It. Goes…