7 thoughts on “TIDBIT: THE DEATH OF CRISTOPHE DE MARGERIE”

  1. No one says if the weather had whitened out the runway by a snowstorm partially or not,they gave a visabiliy of 350 feet which actually is not that far for a jet at or near rotational speed. Also in a snowstorm visability conditions can vary greatly due to wind gusting. This could add to the cause of the crash or aid in a manuever to create one.

  2. If you wanna die a sudden violent death. All you gotta do is be a man of peace, i.e. Kennedy, Wellstone or a Dr. King / threaten the Petro Dollar i.e. Hussien, Qaddafi, de Margerie. YAAC. (Yet Another Amazing Coincidence).
    `Tis amazing how their counterparts, men of MIC, Oil and War fame, live long prosperous lives and see their son(s) become President..

  3. Yes Dana I thought the snowplow driver is under arrest and is being questioned about the (accident). If the Zero Hedge story is true Christophe Margerie death is the perfect accidecide.

  4. Lets have a moment of silence for the lone snowplow driver who gave up his life to help preserve the American standard of living. Another faceless, unsung hero who I salute as I pour champagne on my breakfast cereal like I do every morning, casually scanning the 799 channels on my giant plasma tv, still in my velour pajamas made with the blood and sweat of a third world child laborer ( I salute you too unfortunate one). When my favorite South American soap opera is over, I will slip on my bathrobe, and drive my new car down to the government office and pick up a check for doing absolutely nothing– a privilege to those lucky enough to be born in the United States. After which I will drive to a shopping mall and splurge on some gadget or accessory I don’t even need, then I will go to a lunch buffet and eat so much sweet food that I will feel like throwing up. As my indigestion flares up, I will take a quick fix pill, prescribed to me by my doctor, that I didn’t even have to pay for. My indigestion will be gone! This will allow me to eat again in less than two hours. This time I will go to a park and eat delicious food I buy from a street vendor as I stroll through the park smiling at all those other happy Americans who have been equally blessed with so much comfort and leisure time. Most of the food I will feed to fat little chipmunks and squirrels, who have also been privileged with being born in the United States. Our eyes will meet and we will silently communicate to one another our good fortune. As a pair of F-35’s from the local air force base suddenly interrupt our mutual reverie, we will look up, the chipmunks, squirrels and I, and know that these machines are here to protect us and preserve this wonderful standard of living. I will salute them as well and thank them with a nod for the security they provide as well as the peace of mind which comes from not having to entertain any mental constructs relating to immediate survival. This in turn allows me the freedom to philosophize, but not in the tradition of Plato, which I leave to my sagacious and solicitous rulers, but in a more fun and frivolous manner which is not mentally taxing and allows me to sleep at night. I ponder what I might do if my favorite movie star was about to be attacked by a bear and I was the only person around to save them, but in the process I might die. Or, how big a garage I would need if I won the $350 million mega lottery and I spent all the money on new cars? Or, if I didn’t have to sleep at night, would I need more than 799 tv channels? Most of all, I wonder what it would be like to live forever? Will life always be this pleasant and care free? Would I want others to have this privilege? Would I have them killed if they tried to get it? How would I dump my wives and girlfriends as they started to get old and wrinkly without coming off looking like a total jerk?

    As I leave the park, I climb into my car and start the engine. The fragrant waft of pine from the air freshner dangling from my rear view mirror lifts my spirits even more. I turn my car stereo up as loud as possible and roll my windows down as the bass line from my favorite catchy pop tune reverberates throughout my car and beyond. It is in this joyous state I pull away from the curb and hope the music from my car will infect those I pass with equal amounts of exhilaration.

    1. With a couple of opportune micro-implants, you could watch 7999 + channels or just have them beamed in without even turning on the screen…and why not get an avatar or two?

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