Prove to me that the knee-jerk reaction by TSA to impose new regulations that will cause us to sit for the final hour of our flight with nothing to do with our lives but stare blindly into space will make me safer. No computers. No iPods. No Books. No babies on our laps.
Why the last hour? Just because this last guy tried in the last hour of his flight? Like, that's in a new memo from Al-Qaeda? Because, if I recall, the only terrorist play that ever worked happened in, errr, the first hour of flight.
But, of course...that's why we've been taking our shoes off as we traverse security for EIGHT YEARS. Because a nutjob tried (and, ummm, failed) to blow up his shoes. ONE NUTJOB. And we've been taking off our shoes for EIGHT YEARS.
So, tell me just how this new directive makes us safer. Because we'll be looking at each other because we have nothing else to do? Just itching to jump over a seat and tackle someone because they look like they're about to blow up their pants?
How has it come to this? How have we allowed our government to become so mindlessly totalitarian?
Ya know what making me sit and stare into space for an hour will do? It'll make me damn sure to vote against anybody who is currently in office that allowed this bullshit to happen. And I am so sure I won't be the only one.
Randy Gage's rant yesterday was so dead on. Then travel blogger Chris Elliott posted the double secret probation rules that evidently came down from some wonk that said our laps must be visible. And then the Feds showed up at his door!
Uhhh...I thought that government communications were pub-lic rec-ord. Guess not.
So...if I can't see what my government is up to, have we completely lost our center?
I think you know the answer...and I'm sure I'll (with Chris) be on a no-fly list soon as retribution for saying the emperor here...is butt nekid.