Boeing had this mentality that since the company had been a leader in civilian aircraft manufacturing for so long, it did not want to give up the humongous, lucrative profits of the 737-8-MAX. That's why it released the planes into the market when its own data showed that it wasn't safe to have such a plane in the sky.
Boeing had this mentality that since the company had been a leader in civilian aircraft manufacturing for so long, it was entitled to hold on to that position for as long as it could without designing a badly needed new mid-size aircraft platform.
What it should have done is to quit the mid-size jet market and concentrate on what it does best -- the large wide-body jets.
Lacking the will, the ability and the funds to make revolutionary changes to the 737 platform, the 8-MAX was a disaster waiting to happen and it wasn't a question of "if."
It was a question of "when."
The petty mentality of these Americans was reflected best when China was the first to announce that she was grounding all 8-MAX planes -- Boeing executives mumbled and frowned upon the Chinese decision as a political move, notwithstanding the fact that by so-doing China was sustaining huge operating losses.
All that the Americans could think of was the Dollar sign, and not the lives of foreign passengers aboard those planes.
Someone had told me that according to the Bible, the U.S. wasn't even a existent country at the end of our era, let alone a chest-thumping gorilla calling itself a leader.
So here we go back to the comparison I made earlier about Uncle Sam being the grouchy old man being left alone sitting on a broken wheelchair in a dark toilet counting his nickels and pennies.
This oldster is so used to the idea of calling the shots and killing the Indians point blank that he doesn't realize that times have changed and he himself is now the target, and he needs to respect other people around him and stop being such a nuisance.
His self-aggrandizing behavior has landed him in the unenviable position of having to beg the nurse for a dry diaper.
And what they are facing this time are not the old wizened faces of the Native Americans they thought they had mercilessly vanquished after reaping the benefits that those kind native peoples had given them with such generosity during their hour of need on Thanksgiving Day.
It would be the new generation of Native Americans across the Pacific carrying the same genes but far-surpassing technologies this time around.
No wonder they are wetting their pants and asking for more adult diapers.