Exit Chutes

Give me a Ma Deuce and an exit-chute.

I'm appreciating how Jet Blue flight attendant Steven Slater felt when he went ballistic; cursed  passengers over the plane's intercom, then grabbed a six-pack before leaving via the emergency exit chute.  Three years ago we had retirement funds; The USA was strangling al-Qaeda and the Taliban in Iraq and Afghanistan; there was a sense of order.  I'm looking at this picture of a young,  pregnant Afghan woman.  She was publicly flogged, then beheaded by the Taliban for conceiving out of wedlock.  I want to use an exit chute.  Obamunists have irrevocably changed for the worse, not just our nation,  but the world.  Well into my dotage is no time, as MoSup reminds me,  to be consumed with thoughts of revenge,  lynching, and machine gunning.  Most frustrating, though, is where would I begin? I am not alone.  Sigh