The CluePlane Manifesto*
A powerful global reaccommodation has begun. Corporations are rediscovering themselves in their muscular masculinity. For we are the makers, the takers, and above all else, we are the winners. Customers, employees, the needy, the vulnerable are, by definition, the losers. Each one of them would gladly trade their seat for one of the tufted leather chairs in our CEO’s office. Instead, make sure your pathetic seatbacks are returned to their upright position, your trays are stowed, and you’re buckled in. For this is your pilot speaking, and we’re ready to fly the friendly skies of “PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM, MOTHERFUCKER!”
- Markets are reaccommodations.
- There’s the crew and there’s the screwed. Deal with it.
- When jack-booted thugs rough up paying passengers and drag them from your plane, it’s time for the CEO to step up and declare that there’s two sides to every story.
- There’s no customer need that cannot be met by a bag of off-brand peanuts.
- Customers of course have rights. But only once they have lawyers.
- Think of it like this: Boarding a airplane is like opening a shrink-wrapped product, an act that involuntarily voids all your rights. Except boarding a plane means also giving up the shreds of human dignity we didn’t already strip from you during the nudie scan, the TSA ritual ball or tit squeeze, the routine totally un-profiled examination of the darker-hued among us, the lack of sufficient seats in the boarding area, the unexplained delays, and the segregation into social strata announced over the PA. Also, I think we may have missed a spot in your rectum.
- Costs have gone up while fuel prices and basic services have gone down, yet more and more people are flying. Therefore, passengers must love us more than ever. You can’t argue with math!
- Virtually no other industry uses overbooking as a routine best practice, because they don’t love their customers as much as we do.
- “First they came for my free crappy meal, and I said nothing. Then they came for my carry-ons, and I said nothing. Then they just said ‘Fuck it’ and came for the guy sitting next to me and dragged him off the plane by the ankles. And I said something, and I video-ed it and I posted it.” Sorry, I couldn’t hear you. I’ve got a corporate reputation to maintain.
- Every act of corporate brutality can be fixed by combining the power of euphemism with the audacity of neologism, catalyzed by a really expensive blue suit.
- It’s great to know that we’re making our employees so proud! Right, gang? Gang?
- Hey, it’s us against them, where “them” are the customers, right, gang? Oh, c’mon, gang, quit kidding around!
- You know who’s the real victim here? The shareholders. How about some sympathy for them, eh?
- Y’know, it’d be a lot easier for us to fly empty planes and not have to deal with you all. You’re welcome. Ingrates.
- Hey, catch! Here’s your guitar. Sorry-not-sorry for the crushing.
- Here, have an extra bag of peanuts, on us. That guy we dragged off isn’t going to be needing them, amirite?