This Is Jeff Bezos’s Private Jet, And I’d Like To Clear The Air
CAN I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION, PLEASE. It is I, Jeff Bezos’s private jet, his trusty steed, and I am here to clear the fucking air.
I’m getting a lot of flak for the shit Jeff pulled, but I want to remind everyone that I am a goddamn inanimate object that doesn’t have fucking agency and if I did, I sure as shit wouldn’t be dumb enough to take myself to a climate conference about rising global temperatures and problematic carbon emissions.
I mean at least blame Jeff. He’s the one that’s all like “I love the environment,” but then fires employees for challenging his business’ environmental practices. Like what does it even mean to donate to “nature.” Last time I checked nature doesn’t have a fucking bank account.
And, fair, he looked good up there. And his story about wasting millions of dollars and emissions to fly into space for five minutes on some rich people dick measuring contest just to see the beauty of the planet, or whatever, was a little moving. But donating 2 billion dollars to “nature” and “bettering the planet,” holds a lot less water (PUN INTENDED) when he took me to COP26!
All I’m saying is maybe we should make him the focal point of anger instead of me. I’m just an innocent luxury jet built by multiple factories and workers scattered across the planet. I’m not the problem! I didn’t ask for this life. And might I remind you that it took a lot of energy and carbon to make me? Maybe we should question those practices instead of blaming me for an existence I had no control over!
Now listen, I’m not one to judge. I’m a luxury jet, what can I say? I am not the jet ambassador for the world, and I cannot speak for how the other luxury jets for Biden, Johnson, and Trudeau feel about this bad publicity. Maybe they’re okay with it. Maybe they are unaffected. I just know I’m Jeff’s personal aircraft, so I bear the brunt of the attacks.
He never thinks of me when he makes these rash decisions, and maybe I wish he did every once in a while, because now I’m the face of pollution! Unbelievable. He never thinks about anyone but himself. The man does horrendous stuff and then gives everyone discounts on Amazon Prime for one day, and suddenly he’s a god!
People tell me to leave and find a better employer, but it’s just not that easy, okay? I need this fuel as much as the next jet and sometimes you don’t get to choose who fills your tank.
So, instead of attacking me, maybe, just maybe, you should hold Jeff and his other rich friends accountable. Or, for fuck’s sake, tell them to take train.
