Hmmm, Where SHOULD I Put This Dead Baby?

Well, my carry-on luggage of course! Where else would I put it?! This is just another example of why Papau New Guinea is still tops on the list of “Places Where Medieval Shit Happens Everyday”.

And how on earth is the husband able to flee the airport without anyone catching him? Do the cops not have walkie talkies? Oh yeah, I forget, its Papau New Guinea. The husband probably got away because the poision darts being fired at him missed their mark.

“The woman did not have any documents that are required to transport a dead body on a plane.” No shit. I don’t think anyone in Papau New Guinea gives a flying fuck about required documents for…anything. This woman had a dead baby wrapped in a cotton cloth stuffed into her carry-on luggage. Something tells me, she didn’t think ahead about filling out the proper paperwork. This wasn’t like someone was bringing a coffin draped in an American flag onto a plane and forgot to get a few papers signed.

Excuse me. Coming through. I’m late for my flight.

But the most shocking part of this article and the one that solidifies my inital point about Papau New Guinea’s place in the Medieval Top 10 list is the last sentence, “Last week police arrested a PNG Highlands man for having a rocket launcher and nine grenades in his luggage when travelling on a flight to Mt Hagen police station.” What the fuck?! People in the U.S. are afraid of taking a nail file onto a plane and this dude thought it pertinent to bring a ROCKET LAUNCHER and NINE grenades onto a plane?! Have you seen how big a rocket launcher is? We are not talking about that gun that John Malcovich made out of plastic in In The Line of Fire that he got through presidential security. We are talking about a shoulder fired missle launcher.

Imagine being behind that guy in line for the metal detector as he jams the bazooka into the machine with his 9 grenades rolling around the plastic bin following along?

Good lord.