The United States of America!
Let's see if I understand the state of personal responsibility in the America of the "New Millennium."
A woman burns her thighs on the hot coffee she was holding in her lap while driving. She blames the fast food restaurant where she got it.
Your teen-age son/daughter kills him/herself (and/or a bunch of his/her school mates). You blame the rock 'n' roll musician he/she liked.
You smoke three packs a day for 40 years and die of lung cancer. Your family blames the tobacco company.
Your daughter gets pregnant by the high school football captain. You blame the school for poor sex education.
Your neighbor crashes into a tree while driving home drunk. You blame the bartender.
Your cousin gets AIDS because the needle he used to shoot heroin was dirty. You blame the government for not providing clean ones.
Your grandchildren are brats without manners. You blame television.
Your friend is shot by a deranged madman. You blame the gun manufacturer.
A crazed person breaks into the cockpit and tries to kill the pilots at 35,000 feet, and the passengers kill him instead. The mother of the deceased blames the airline.
I must have lived too long to understand the world as it is anymore. So, if I die while my old wrinkled ass is parked in front of this computer, I want you to blame Bill Gates. OK?
God bless America, land of the free, home of the blame.
I love America! We can do what ever we want and give the blame to someone else.