I was watching the news the other day when one story particularly stood out to me. It was about a carnival ride that had a malfunction, injuring several young children. What had happened is exactly what you would envision when thinking about a swing ride breaking down. Children were sent flying in a downward trajectory. It’s horrible, but I initially laughed. I’m not going to pretend like the thought of that isn’t hilarious.
That’s not what I wanted to talk about in this post, though. What happened on this news segment, after they painted that comical picture, is that they said there is no known cause for what happened. They praised all the carnival workers and said they all do an outstanding job. Supposedly the equipment couldn’t have been the problem either because they check it frequently. They chalked it up to a “freak accident.” I sat there in amazement, not because nobody owned up to it, but that people so easily buy into this bullshit excuse of “freak accident.” A freak accident would be if there was a crease in the space-time continuum sending the children on the swings spiraling into another dimension. That would really be nobody’s fault, except maybe Stephen Hawking for not predicting the disaster.
There was a human flaw somewhere along the lines that caused the accident, be it the designer of the ride, the maintenance crew, the ride operator, or a combination of people. Obviously they are going to try to cover up their own asses. I just think it would be much more intelligent, and it’d even give the families of those flying children more closure, if they found a more creative way to cover up. Blame a drunken carnie; he wouldn’t know the difference.
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