"I wonder why I'm supposed to care about some morons that risk their lives to get some kicks. It seems like a dangerous affair, with the thing controlled by a crappy $15 game controller!
So I don't give a damn, just as I don't care about the
pricks that freeze to death on Everest - you wanted adventure? You got
it ... oh, you thought it was going to be a cool anecdote at dinner
parties did you? Too bad, so sad."
Im not telling you to shed tears. I read both "into the wild" and "into thin air" by John Krakauer, and I thought both the amateur party that attempted Everest and the lone guy who went into the Alaskan wilderness with minimal supplies were morons. I can hold that they are morons while also being interested in the gory details.
I just wonder if these particular morons were crushed in a fraction of an instant or if they are sitting at the bottom of the ocean in pitch dark with the hull creaking as we speak.