I got all of these from the SFGate's message board about the Blue Angels' annual visit. Unbelievable!
I am trying to work here, and the noise of the militarization of our society is completely distracting and intrusive. Quit glorifying the murderers.Hate the noise. Hate that they are allowed to take precedence over everyone else's priorities, and for no good reason. Hate that the city willingly allows an event that is so completely unnecessary and still so dangerous, with the potential for a really catastrophic accident. Judging from the comments here, some people who like them seem to be getting an unhealthy pleasure from vicariously being inconsiderate towards the whole city, which is what the racket is. Weird.I'm so freakin' sick of the Blue Angels! Nobody wants to hear what millions of people have heard in their final seconds of life. These are war machines pure and simple. There is nothing exciting about them. They remind me of when we used to watch Saddam Hussein stand out on his balcony and shoot machine guns in the air! The Bay Area is a peaceful, anti-war part of the country. If they must fly their killing machines over a city, let it be some back-water hick town that might find them the slightest bit exciting!Too much noise. Too much wasted fuel. Way to insanely dangerous to being flying over a populated city. The rah rah would be over fast if they took out half of mongomery street. Just stupid.Yikes - they're some real nutjobs out west! But, from all accounts - a majority of San Franciscans love the Blue Angels. Still, the bad apples would like to ruin the fun for everyone, though.Yeah, they are a recruiting and propaganda tool...and a really good reminder of what it might be like if those jets were dropping missiles and machine gun fire in a war...couldn't happen here in God's country of course - we are God's blessed little retarded children who have nothing to fear and the world revolves around our petty appetites and I still like the roar of the noise and the acrobatics amidst the cynicism.
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