by Joseph P. Farrell, Giza Death Star:

Those who know me well – including some of my friends who are pilots – know that I do not fly. Period. End of discussion. I don’t fly.
When queried about why, I will respond with some variation on the theme “Because it’s just not safe,” whereupon my interlocutor will counter with the usual arguments about statistics and flying being the safest mode of travel, and yadda yadda yadda blah blah blah &c &c &c. I get all that, and fully acknowledge my view is completely emotional and irrational. They made the same arguments about zeppelins and airships. So I’m sticking to my emotional and irrational guns. After all, I grew up in an era when it seemed like every passing month, a DC-10 somewhere in the world managed to fly right into the ground with a planeload of passengers, or, as more recently, portions of aircraft fly apart at altitude, sucking the clothes clean off of a baby who, it turns out, was very lucky he didn’t get sucked away along with them.