I was chatting with my dad a few weeks back - he's been all over the world, and I was badgering him to tell me stories because I hate how I don't know anything about his life before he met my mom. Well, for whatever reason, he told me about how he was stationed with the Marines in Hong Kong, and how to fly out there he caught a plane out of Alaska that just happened to be the first flight across after KAL 007 was shot down by the Russians. I said everyone must've been terrified, but he told me it was real lighthearted, cause everyone figured the Russians wouldn't be stupid enough to down two planes in two days, or else it was on purpose and then everyone would be dead anyway in a nuclear fire. Regardless, he said that the plane ran out of free booze before the halfway point...

I remember thinking that day how I couldn't imagine that sort of thing happening today... and now I hear news of a Malaysian jet out of Amsterdam getting shot down over the Ukraine by those paid Russian militants. 298 aboard, no survivors... and militants are boasting about causing the sixth-deadliest plane crash ever on social media.

There's no fucking justice in this world.