Justice denied
A few of Ann Coulter’s many many furious outraged tweets at an airline that changed her reserved aisle seat to a window seat:
Just when you think it's safe to fly them again, the worst airline in America is STILL: @Delta
— Ann Coulter (@AnnCoulter) July 15, 2017
There’s one that says “.@Delta didn’t give my extra room seat to an air marshall or tall person. Here’s the woman given my PRE-BOOKED seat:” with a photo of a row of people looking up at her. It’s not very nice to photograph fellow passengers and then tweet the photo to thousands of people. That’s why I’m not including the one with the photo.
Hey @Delta, you mind telling me why it was an "emergency" to move someone else into the seat I had carefully chosen in advance and booked?
— Ann Coulter (@AnnCoulter) July 15, 2017
Etc etc etc in the same vein, tweet after tweet after tweet.
Hey @Delta, if it was so important for the dachshund-legged woman to take my seat, she should have BOOKED THE SEAT IN ADVANCE. Like I did.
— Ann Coulter (@AnnCoulter) July 16, 2017
Airline crew training at @Delta: Replicate Stanley Milgram's prison experiment at Yale, inducing normal ppl to brutally torture fellow man.
— Ann Coulter (@AnnCoulter) July 16, 2017
If @Delta employees were not so HONORABLE & TRUSTWORTHY, I would have said this is an outright lie. Facts are not "insults." https://t.co/w3fpEmu3z8
— Ann Coulter (@AnnCoulter) July 17, 2017
So the woman who was assigned to the aisle seat had actual literal dachshund legs? Really?
But I love @Delta declaring my tweets unacceptable. @Delta now dictating acceptable conduct off the plane. NOT fascist at all. #Resist https://t.co/w3fpEmu3z8
— Ann Coulter (@AnnCoulter) July 17, 2017
Oh yes, an airline inconveniencing Ann Coulter is the real fascism.
I guess there’s a sort of logic in hard-right people being this self-obsessed and Me First Always. They cultivate a showy callousness toward people damaged or abandoned by systems, and showy callousness tends to become more real and more pervasive over time. You start by sneering at workers and immigrants, and you end by thinking you yourself are the only person in the world who really matters.
I did not know they let rats on to planes, at least not knowingly.
Huh. So private industry sometimes behaves improperly? I guess that’s news to Ann Coulter, but most of us clued in a while ago.
Well, she should consider herself lucky they didn’t confiscate her little pot of honey.
I have no idea why Coulter’s seat was changed from the aisle to the window, but it’s not beyond the bounds of possibility that the woman who was placed on the aisle had made a private disclosure when she made the request. Claustrophobia, a nervous bladder, restless leg syndrome, a fear of heights — or something else. The sympathetic flight attendant wouldn’t spread such sensitive information about another passenger — particularly when faced with Flightzilla.
Damn you, @iknklast, you managed to cross-thread ninja me on the important honey issue.
It beggers belief to this day. How dare he, how DARE he dear-muslima us then complain about his pot of fucking honey? Thanks for leading our thought, thought leader.
Sastra – oh, good point. Could have been an upset stomach or guts, which would be a damn nightmare on a plane, and 100 times more so if you couldn’t get up and out quickly.
Coulter was seated in the seat she “had carefully chosen in advance and booked,” the window seat. Less than 24 hours before her flight was due to depart, she carefully changed her mind and decided she wanted an aisle seat instead. She claimed to have spent “$10,000 worth of her time” doing this, which makes me wonder why, if she makes 10 kilobucks in a few minutes, she flies in steerage with the peons. She could upgrade to business or first and not notice the difference, but instead she throws a shit-fit over a stinkin’ $30.
It would seem there aren’t very many people who agree with her about what her time is worth who actually pay her that much on a regular basis.
Rich people are the worst. And yes, they will gamble with millions of dollars (and millions of people’s livelihoods), while protecting their own literal pocket change with all the ferocity of a late-stage Doberman.