TSA: Fly the super-friendly, vastly inappropriate skies

For reasons of personal decency and modesty, I've chosen not to enter the pornography industry, I've declined offers of money to sell my body, and, until the government gets their hand and eyes - literally - off the private sector's private parts, I choose not to fly.




Terrorists aren't three-year-old little girls from Punxsutawney. They are Muslims. Male. In an approximate age range. And foreign-born or with dual citizenship. That's fact. Either we face it and defend ourselves. Or we have government employees, armed with rubber gloves, touching us in places that would generally warrant a sexual harassment charge or a swift kick to any soft-tissue area.

There's precautionary measures. And then there's insanity. They do not resemble each other.

UPDATE:

What if your job depended on pictures being taken of your naked body or a stranger touching you inappropriately? Usually they call that the entertainment industry. According to the TSA, it's all part of the job for a pilot.

That's why two are suing, wanting the right to do their job without intrusive techniques which violate their Fourth Amendment rights. And Hannity brings up a good point, if a pilot wanted to crash a plane, at some point he simply could. No explosives necessary.

Here the man's story and his rather detailed (awkward!) description of everything those scanners can see.



Are there any other options? Here's one: talking. Yes, talking. That's how El Al Airlines in Israel keeps people safe. And it works.

It isn't complicated. It isn't expensive. It certainly won't make anyone money. And it gives the private sector back their privacy and removes the oppressive government control. Here's how it works.

First, airport security researches ticket holders before they arrive. Any red flags? Any obvious signs of suspicion? No? That's one obstacle down, with no hands yet snapping on rubber gloves.

Second, a security agent may or may not walk right up to you and start...wait for it...chatting. Airport security is trained to find terrorists, instead of search genitalia.

Former Security Chief Isaac Yeffet of El Al Airlines explains how they keep passengers and planes safe. And no one needs to see you naked.



I don't know. Talking? It seems so...so...what's the word I'm looking for?...effective.

Don't mess with Grandma, Sonny

Never underestimate a large bag in the hands of a small woman.

Restore Sanity rally and the Craziness It Breeds

When Comedy Central comediennes say they're holding a rally to Restore Sanity, take it as a joke.

I was curious about the event, however. There were so many questions to be answered, like....

What did they do for entertainment?

That answers the, "Was anything funny?" question, too.

Next.

Where there opportunities for good, rational conversation?

Democrats are in power but Republicans are stopping Obama. If only that were true. Maybe after today it will be.

Next.

What happens when you don't bring your papers?

Crowder was minding his own business, going out for ice cream, and boom! He's deported.

How hard was it to find "irony"?

Not hard.

Next question.

What about multiculturalism? Appropriate signage? Okay, I'll make this one easier. Sanity?


That did it. I'm no longer curious.

Obama's Mumbai trip: $200M/day

What's $200 million a day here or there. I spent that last Monday. Big deal. It's not like the country can't afford it.

Mumbai: The US would be spending a whopping $200 million (Rs. 900 crore approx) per day on President Barack Obama's visit to the city.

"The huge amount of around $200 million would be spent on security, stay and other aspects of the Presidential visit," a top official of the Maharashtra Government privy to the arrangements for the high-profile visit said.

About 3,000 people including Secret Service agents, US government officials and journalists would accompany the President. Several officials from the White House and US security agencies are already here for the past one week with helicopters, a ship and high-end security instruments.

When the economy's got you down, elections don't go your way, and, darn it, even your golf game is suffering, what's a President to do but head off to Mumbai and blow a billion dollars.

You're turn

You're too stupid to govern yourself. And even if you weren't, you're so hateful, so racist, the true marvels of this country - political pundits, actors, talk show hosts, and journalists - couldn't take that risk. You might poke an eye out.

Ankle chains. That's what you need. Or collars. You're only dogs, after all.

Ever get in the mood to see astronomical, hateful snobbery? Then here you go.



Durn. I'd sure shootin' likta prove them smartypants wrong but, heck, i'm jus' too durn busy runnin' my comp'ny to sit 'round all day only a'flappin' ma gums.

O-Bam-A, the remix

The video was creepy two years ago. Now, it's just sad. Or...okay, it's still creepy.

Here's the Obama chanters, their blind adoration, and where it's gotten us thus far, with the reality mixed in. It's the "O-Bam-A" remix. And it's rather fitting for a historical day such as this.



They didn't know the man when they were chanting his name. They liked his speeches. They liked holding hands. They liked standing in studios and smiling at the camera.

He hadn't accomplished anything. Yet the 2008 Obama voters took his good press and believed it for gospel.

Two years later, those willing to accept reality have allowed the disillusionment to slough off. Obama was only a guy in a suit with a slogan. He likes playing golf, taking five vacations in a year, reading from telepromters, taking over private businesses, criticizing our country abroad, being interviewed on The View, and preaching at everyone to sacrifice and stop whining, while he whines and refuses to sacrifice.

By the end of the night, however, the grit of this country is hoping for positive, conservative, power-to-the-American-people, Constitutionally sound change.

And, in case the subject should ever be brought up again, "change" should never be unquestioningly accepted without specifics.