It’s bad enough that the new screening procedures at the airports are basically sexual assaults (didn’t it occur to these geniuses that there might be people who have a good reason to be rightfully afraid of being touched by strangers or being radiated?), but it’s just one more sign that we have let our fears take over our logic. Yes, the people at TSA have a very tough job and I don’t envy them the task (and there’s absolutely no reason to get confrontational with the front-line people). And flying on a commercial airliner is a voluntary act; no one is making you get in line with several hundred other people who are juggling carry-ons, travel documents, a cranky baby, and a breathtakingly over-priced cup of lousy airport coffee at 6:30 in the morning on your way from Miami to Albuquerque. You could always drive, but the gas alone will cost as much as the airfare and you’ll miss out on the latest Owen Wilson movie and a $5 bag of Sunchips. But I think if there’s someone out there who is trying to blow up an airliner, they are hip to the fact that planting a bomb in your shorts has been tried, failed, and they’ve moved on to something else.
Somehow I can’t help but think that this is all a part of a master plot by the terrorists just to make us look ridiculous.