Let's see if I understand how things in America work, now!

If a woman burns her thighs on the hot coffee she was holding in her lap while driving,
blame the resturant for not telling her the coffee was hot.

If a teen-age boy kills himself,
blame the rock 'n' roll music or musician he liked.

If a daughter gets pregnant by the football captain,
blame the school for poor sex education.

If someone smokes three packs a day for 40 years and dies of lung cancer,
blame the tobacco company.

If a neighbor crashes into a tree while driving home drunk,
blame the bartender.

Someone gets AIDS because the needle he used to shoot up with heroin was dirty,
blame the government for not providing clean ones.

If children or grandchildren are brats without manners,
blame television.

If a deranged madman shoots people,
blame the gun manufacturer.

And if a crazed person breaks into the cockpit and tries to kill the pilots at 35,000 feet, and the passengers kill him instead,
blame the airline.

Either I have lived too long to understand the way things work, or my parents lied to me during my formative years.