A couple years back, a lunatic began attempting to pull open the doors of an airplane in flight. Which would have killed everyone aboard.
Fortunately it takes an enormous amount of strength to open those doors due to pressure differentials. And the lock, of course.
But she tried. Oh did she try.
The aircrew eventually subdued her and duct-taped her into her chair.
They duct-taped her mouth, too.
She has the expected SJW Mental-Illness Danger Hair, of course.
Now the FAA has hit her with a fine for $80,000+.
The Federal Aviation Administration (FAA) is suing an apparently unhinged American Airlines passenger who created a chaotic scene while attempting to open the front cabin door mid-flight and forcing flight attendants to duct tape her to a seat.
Heather Wells of San Antonio, 34, bit, kicked and spat at staff and fellow passengers about an hour into a July 6, 2021, flight from Dallas to Charlotte, North Carolina. The plane had been delayed about three hours before it finally departed at midnight, Fox News Digital previously reported.
In viral footage of the incident posted by TikTok user @lol.ariee, the gray-haired woman could be heard screaming "You! You! You!" as passengers exited American Airlines Flight 1774 and flight attendants calmly nodded their goodbyes.
In 2022, the FAA fined Wells a record $81,950 in civil penalties, Business Insider reported. Now, U.S. Attorney Jaime Esparza has filed a lawsuit on the FAA's behalf in San Antonio seeking to collect that money, per the San Antonio Express.
According to the lawsuit filed on June 6, Wells "wanted out" after drinking a neat Jack Daniel's, running to the front of the plane and grabbing the handle of the front cabin door.
She began "talking incoherently with passengers, before crawling back toward the main cabin," and threatened an intervening flight attendant. Wells went for the front door again while yelling profanities before two more stewards restrained her.
Before she was restrained using flex cuffs, per the lawsuit reviewed by the San Antonio Express, Wells managed to strike one attendant in the head several times.
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Flight attendants gagged Wells in an attempt to stop her screaming outbursts. Even while bound and gagged, Wells continued to "kick and spit and attempted to bite and head-butt a flight attendant and passengers," the lawsuit reads.
Unbelievably, it appears that no actual criminal charges have been filed against her.
I guess some people who belong to social groups that support the Regime are just above the law.
Below: This is your brain on leftwing grievance politics with maybe some Gender Ideology peppered in for flavor.
Ex-Googler: Google refuses to implement a "Scenic route" feature in its Mapsfunction, because they don't want to stigmatize urban blight as non-scenic.
A former Google Maps UX researcher has revealed the company's decision not to add a "scenic route" feature due to concerns over bias favoring high-income areas.
Key Details:
Researcher's Revelation: Kasey Klimes, a former Senior UX Researcher at Google, explained that introducing "scenic" options in Google Maps could bias the app towards wealthier areas, potentially harming lower-income communities.
Corporate Caution: Klimes deleted his X/Twitter thread discussing these insights and locked his account, leading to speculation about Google's involvement and concerns over the spread of sensitive information.
Competitive Landscape: As Google hesitates on new features over DEI concerns, Apple advances its Maps app with hiking-focused enhancements, including downloadable trails and offline navigation for U.S. National Parks.
So what you're saying is that you're protecting wealthy areas from unwanted outsiders, and jamming minority neighborhoods with traffic.
Nice.
Speaking of white supremacy and quiet neighborhoods, Via David Strom alerts us to an Atlantic queef of an article, which instructs us that wanting your neighborhood to be peaceful and quiet -- so that people can sleep at night and children can be well-rested for school and adults refreshed for productive work -- is white supremacy.
I remember, the summer before I left for college, lying close to my bedroom box fan, taking it all in. Thanks to a partial scholarship (and a ton of loans), I was on my way to an Ivy League college. I was counting down the days, eager to ditch the concrete sidewalks and my family's cramped railroad apartment and to start living life on my own terms, against a backdrop of lush, manicured lawns and stately architecture.
I didn't yet know that you don't live on an Ivy League campus. You reside on one. Living is loud and messy, but residing? Residing is quiet business.
I first arrived on campus for the minority-student orientation. The welcome event had the feel of a block party, Blahzay Blahzay blasting on a boom box. (It was the '90s.) We spent those first few nights convening in one another's rooms, gossiping and dancing until late. We were learning to find some comfort in this new place, and with one another.
Then the other students arrived--the white students. The first day of classes was marked by such gloriously WASPy pomp that it made my young, aspirational heart leap....
I just hadn't counted on everything that followed being so quiet. The hush crept up on me at first. I would be hanging out with my friends from orientation when one of our new roommates would start ostentatiously readying themselves for bed at a surprisingly early hour. Hints would be taken, eyes would be rolled, and we'd call it a night.
It's almost as if this Sinister White Sleep-Seeker wanted to achieve academically or something.
One day, when I accidentally sat down to study in the library's Absolutely Quiet Room, fellow students Shhh-ed me into shame for putting on my Discman. With rare exceptions--like Saturday nights during rush--silence blanketed the campus.
Oh, you went to the Absolutely Quiet Room and then played music out of the tinny speakers of your Discman so that everyone was forced to adapt to your lenient standards of Absolute Quite? Wow, that's like a hate crime.
Are you okay? Should I get you a cold compress?
I soon realized that silence was more than the absence of noise; it was an aesthetic to be revered. Yet it was an aesthetic at odds with who I was. Who a lot of us were.
Yes, I'm unfortunately well-acquainted with this aesthetic rolling down my street with speakers turned up to 11 at 3am on worknights.
Within a few weeks, the comfort that I and many of my fellow minority students had felt during those early cacophonous days had been eroded, one chastisement at a time. The passive-aggressive signals to wind our gatherings down were replaced by point-blank requests to make less noise, have less fun, do our living somewhere else, even though these rooms belonged to us, too. A boisterous conversation would lead to a classmate knocking on the door with a "Please quiet down." A laugh that went a bit too loud or long in a computer cluster would be met with an admonishment.
In those moments, I felt hot with shame and anger, yet unable to articulate why. It took me years to understand that, in demanding my friends and I quiet down, these students were implying that their comfort superseded our joy. And in acquiescing, I accepted that.
Woke kills:
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@aaronsibarium
"I have students on their rotation who don't know anything," a member of the admissions committee told the Free Beacon. "People get in and they struggle."
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This video from Steve Inman shows vigilante justice in action. If you don't like law enforcement by trained cops with professional detachment, you're really not going to like the rough justice dished out by untrained amateurs who might have an emotional investment in pounding some criminals into the concrete.
Hilarious -- Donkey Kong Fu.