After all, who is going to comment? Idiots? Jealous fools who wish they could write and publish an article? Feeble, bitter complainers?
Leave it to self-involved dullards to treat bombshell news with a yawn or a petty gripe.
Today's report? The Health Department says Yorkville Endoscopy FUCKED UP.
First, nobody bothered to weigh Joan and give her the right dosage of anesthetic. That's enough to kill an elderly patient.
Second, she received a procedure that was not scheduled. You don't go carving into someone or plowing a device down their throat without consent.
Among the lesser charges, was that somebody took a photo with a cell phone. This isn't anything lethal, but it suggests a clownish and unprofessional attitude in an operating room.
What would you expect from the comments? Some anger at bad medical procedure? Sympathy for Joan's daughter and her fans?
No, the peculiar Boot Sale types and Seniormoles out there take some kind of perverse pleasure in being laconic, unconcerned, and downright scornful of anything beyond their own tiny little world.
They seem to pride themselves in having blinders on, and not letting anything interfere with their cuppa. Nose in the air, eyelids at half mast, they refuse to accept that anything is important except themselves.
Somebody dies because of negligence? Meh! But burn the toast, and they'll complain about it all day long, after asking the manager to sack the chef. If the newspaper they're reading came with a crease in it, they'll demand a fresh copy and a letter of apology.
I thought the sad news of death and incompetence would produce sympathy or rage. No, it didn't:
One, two, three! No respect. No heart. No brain.
The first idiot would go screaming all over the place if his precious dog Muffin stepped in some other dog's shit. The second would rage about getting a telemarketer call while "Corrie" was on. The third would become murderous if she discovered a bit of mold on the cheese she bought last week from Tesco. But my, my, how unfeeling and unconcerned they all are about Joan Rivers!
"People die," is a glib response to someone killed by incompetence?
"She was murdered after her comments about Obama," says the witless wonder who is jealous that Joan Rivers got laughs?
The news article was just needless kerfuffle about "American celebrity worship?" Sure, I get it, the world should care about your blog about collecting records, instead. Jonathan Ross should bring you on his show so you can wag your finger at those who don't care about the royal baby. Instead of life and death news there should be a centerfold showing off the New Woolwich Gasworks you did via a paint-by-the-numbers set.
The three idiots who left those comments? I wouldn't mind taking a scalpel to their fucking throats, and doing a great imitation of Sweeney Todd. THEY ALL DESERVE TO DIE.
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