And they say the power of prayer doesn’t work.  I’M COMING SOLANGE!!!

Damn, you’re as ignorant as you are angry. Indeed, if a morbidly obese person’s body was three or four inches into your seating space, would you scoot over and accommodate them? Or would you fly into your usual rage and insist they either move over or buy a bigger seat that would accommodate their larger size?

The space behind my reclining seat is MINE. If you’re too big for your seat, get a different seat. You’re a morbidly obese guy insisting on his right to spill over into my seat because you’re too big for yours. Not my fault you’re a small-minded rager without the sense to purchase a proper seat.

Here you are flailing all over this page, swaggering around like you’re the Connor McGregor of the reclining scene, talking hateful shit to everyone and insisting on your right to be an aggressive cock. Lol, it’s wonderful, actually, you’re just such a giant douchebag OVER RECLINING SEATS.

And you know what, if they still want to recline, that’s their right, and you have no right to be pissed off. What you can do is ask the stewardess: more than once when I’ve had to work and couldn’t open my laptop because the person in front of me was reclined, I calmly told the stewardess and she found a way to…

Uh: buy a ticket for a bigger seat? It’s not my fault you sat in a seat that doesn’t accommodate your size.  You’re like an obese persona insisting they’re allowed to spill over into my seat because they’re so fat.

Hahah, so tough!  Christ, I hope I get you on a plane seated behind me, I’d have you getting yourself arrested before it’s all said and done.  

An eminently reasonable post, though I doubt it will have any impact on Recliner Chuck Norris here.

But lots of them don’t, and that tray is often filthy--just like the rest of the airplane bathroom.  Don’t cry to me about smell: everyone sitting in the last five rows before the bathroom are huffing shit stink the whole time.

Again, you’re seriously hilarious with your recliner rage.  I mean, you’re gonna to punch somebody on the way home today.  Take your meds.

Fully agreed.  If you can change the kid in your lap, do it.  You’re a pro, you’re not getting poop anywhere, and trying to do it on a dirty changing table in a telephone booth is shit.

Oooh, tough guy! You’re so tough about seat reclining, you’ll fight somebody over seat reclining.

Right, because there is a speed limit.  Tells us about the law that restricts reclining your seat.

Get real.  I’m 6'3, and while the person in front of me reclining makes my area more cramped, my knees still have room.  You’re just being dramatic as a way to demand special rights for yourself.

It’s hilarious that you think of yourself as some kind of in-flight badass who’s going to bring his tough-guy aggressiveness to bear over a seat that reclines four inches.

Fuck off with that, kids progress at their own pace and you don’t know the circumstances of their kid.

Oh gosh, what a terror, your “confrontational attitude.”

PLEASE put your knees up, I’ll break those motherfuckers before I stop trying to recline. And you got cold air? Well bub, I got FARTS.

Haha, go eat a bowl of fuck. 

The problem with this new configuration, where the Rock is occupied by the body of an old man, is that it kills the love interest that really helped to motivate the first movie.  I have faith that the filmmakers will pull off another win--the first movie is among my kids’ very favorites--though I’ll miss that element.