Pretty Blue Angels Of Death
A dazzling air show, a bitter reminder of what hell we are causing elsewhere, free balloons for the kids
By Mark Morford, SF Gate ColumnistWednesday, October 16, 2002
Let us now happily observe the Navy's shiny and world-renowned Blue Angels precision flying team roaring over S.F. Bay, shaking the office windows and triggering a million car alarms and inducing coronaries in the elderly and panicking the easily panickable into thinking Armageddon is at hand at last, take me Jesus I am ready, oh wait, damn, it's just Fleet Week.
Let us further imagine the happy throngs of spectators enjoying the annual air show (yours truly included), over a million people this past weekend, all largely awed by the power and grace and insane fuel consumption and butt-clenching roar of the six powerful F/A-18 Hornets dancing over Alcatraz and pretending to almost collide and causing ten thousand Marina babies to cry.
Such was the scene we witnessed over the past sunny lovely weekend in San Francisco, repeated every year except last, what with the 9/11 confusion and all, not really a good time to demonstrate the power and intense danger of hardcore macho military aircraft buzzing around tall buildings in a major city at 600 mph. . . .
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A grown man afraid of airplanes. Pa-the-tic.
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