%%% %%% %%%% %%% %% %%%%% %%%% %%%% %% %%%% %% %% %% %% %%% %% %% %% %% %% %% %% %% % %% %% %% %%%% %% %% %% %% %%%% %% %%% %%%%% // // //// ////// ////// // \\ \ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ // /// // //////// ////// ////// // \\\\ \\\\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ /// /// // // // // // // [ Mind Warp - Volume #5, Issue #02, File #073 ] [ "Egypt Air 1996" by Mustaine ] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Egypt Air 1996 [mustaine] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The year was nine-teen hundred and ninety-six, and the location was a sheer hellhole known as the Answan Airport. The country and planet, well you see this is where it gets funny...Egypt, PLANET EARTH. I still marvel at the sheer bass-ackwards'ness of the current Arab Republics stinking up the Middle Easten region of our planet today. Personally, I have absolutely nothing against the people of the Arab Republics today, at least not the normal people. In fact, I would go so far as to say that I ONLY have a problem with the certain induviduals that are given any position of power in these Arab Republics, for example the Prime Minister and President of the Arab Republic of Egypt. If you thought those wonderful sterotyped induviduals from Seven-Eleven (which by the way is open 24 hours a day, NOT 7 to 11) were capable of making horrible blunders, you should visit Egypt someday...or in my case, FLY EGYPT AIR! What does this have to do with the Prime Minister or President of Egypt you might ask? Well, let me tell you. First off, the US and Britian give over something like a combined total of ten BILLION dollars to this sh*thole every year. Out of that, about 9 BILLION, 999 thousand, 999 dollars goes to the elite upper class of Egypt (in this case being the f*cking Prime Minister and all his buddies), and the rest (ha) goes to the 'other', normal people. Pretty f*ucking lame, eh? Well, here is an example of how at least SOME of that money SHOULD be spent, instead of rich cars, white slave girls, and insanely expenisve sattelite dishes. I was supposed to fly OUT of Answan on Egypt Air one fine day in 1996, when I was told that the plane was delayed. Six hours. (Did everybody get that? Mustaine had to wait SIX f*cking hours for a mother-f*cking plane. You can SEE where this is bad, yes?) At any rate, I find out from a very friendly, and very poor Egyptian, that the plane f*cking broke on the runway. BROKE. (Did everybody get that? Mustaine had to wait SIX f*cking hours for a mother-f*cking plane that NEVER came because it broke on the RUNWAY BECAUSE the f*cking MONEY that Egypt should use to keep its planes in repair is used by the Prime Minister and all his buddies to buy rich cars, white slave girls, and insanely expenisve sattelite dishes. You can SEE where this is bad, yes?) At any rate, they send a replacement plane. This plane, which is NOT painted, looks like it flew in World War II, has very ripped up upholstry, and whose cargo racks flew open during lift-off, is a REPLACEMENT for the one that BROKE. (Did everyboy get that? GOOD...I'm tired of writing, "Did everybody get that?") I swear to whoever the heck sits up in heaven these days (and THAT INCLUDES Davey Hempseed...) was watching over me when this replacement plane flew my damn cute ass over the Arab Republic of Egypt. Pretty NOT swell, eh? (Did everybody get that? CALL THE US GOVERMENT...MAKE THEM STOP SENDING MONEY TO EGPYT. TELL THEM TO SEND NEW WORKING PLANES. MAKE IT SAFER FOR FOREIGNERS TO FLY EGPYT AIR! POWER TO THE PEOPLE! GO WIZARD OF OZ! GO MUSTAINE!, you awesome MW writer you....) Peace, and till the next episode...Mustaine. ============================================================================== Call Omniverse, the Mind Warp WHQ - (301) 718-0225 ==============================================================================