Let's see if I understand the state of personal responsibility in the America of the "New Millennium."

• If a woman burns her thighs on the hot coffee she was holding in her lap while driving, she blames the fast food restaurant where she got it.
  
  
• If your teen-age son kills himself (and/or a bunch of his school mates), you blame the rock 'n' roll musician he liked.
  
  
• If you smoke three packs a day for 40 years and die of lung cancer your family blames the tobacco company.
  
  
• If your daughter gets pregnant by the football captain you blame the school for poor sex education.
  
  
• If your neighbor crashes into a tree while driving home drunk, you blame the bartender.
  
  
• If your cousin gets AIDS because the needle he used to shoot heroin was dirty, you blame the government for not providing clean ones.
  
  
• 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 pilots at 35,000 feet, and the passengers kill him instead, the mother of the 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 you to blame Bill Gates, OK?

God bless America, land of the free, home of the blame.

I love America! We can do what ever we want and give the blame to someone else.

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