In all of the hoopla over the Transportation Security Agency's enhanced screenings, many loud complaints have been aired by those who feel violated by the body scans or the pat-downs.
Left out of the discussion is another group of victims: the TSA employees who have to examine, albeit in a filtered way from a distance, hundreds of bodies. Folks, even among the fittest, there are very few people worth lingering over. This is not a job I would covet.
Meanwhile, nearly all of the news about Afghanistan tends to be bad and yesterday's report that we may have been exploring peace with a Taliban imposter can't be termed a "good" story. But, really, it's kind of funny isn't it?
I mean, can't NATO and US negotiators tell a fake beard from a real one?
In fact it makes you wonder: Was that really Stalin at Yalta? Didn't the moustache look like it was coming unstuck a little?
Anyway, the next time we try to talk turkey with the Taliban we should ask a few questions such as --
What's your mother's maiden name?
Where did you meet your wife?
What's the last four digits on your credit card?
Or maybe we could just have TSA give 'em a body scan.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
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