The Idiocy of The Airport
Don't touch my junk is the anthem of the modern man, the Tea Party patriot, the late-life libertarian, the midterm election voter. Don't touch my junk, Obamacare - get out of my doctor's examining room, I'm wearing a paper-thin gown slit down the back. Don't touch my junk, Google - Street View is cool, but get off my street. Don't touch my junk, you airport security goon - my package belongs to no one but me, and do you really think I'm a Nigerian nut job preparing for my 72-virgin orgy by blowing my johnson to kingdom come?Will we draw a line in the sand? Will we finally say that life is filled with risks and we all die in the end? Will we stand up and say we will not be intimidated by an oppressive government of power-seeking incompetents running around a maze with no outlet and no cheese at the center screaming that the sky is falling and we are now protected from yesterday's threat?
I increasingly find myself in favor of the free market solution. An airline which seeks to succeed has a very strong vested interest in providing safe transportation to a satisfied customer. Why is government involved in this kabuki?