A lifeboat full of survivors wallowed aimlessly without navigation equipment, an island dimly visible through the mist.

At the helm, the captain, standing firm, pointed toward the island. “See that in the mist? We’ll all be fine when we get there.”

A survivor stood up on one side of the boat and shouted at the captain. “This tub should be bigger, sturdier. It’s your fault it isn’t the boat we need in a crisis.” He shifted his weight from side to side causing the life boat to rock. Water slopped over the gunwales. “See what I mean?”

On the other side of the boat, another survivor jumped up. “It’s not his fault. Our ship was sunk by debris from China. Whatever happens, is their fault.”

The two passengers began shoving each other.  People on both sides of the boat joined in the melee.

Water began surging into the boat; before long it capsized.

Everyone died . . . died knowing that they had been right all along.