Flying sans shampoo (more)
Here's my question: If British, American and Pakistani intelligence forces were working on this blow-up-planes-with-liquids plot for an entire year...and if they arrested the 24 alleged terrorists earlier this week, thus foiling the plot...why do they NOW ban liquids, food, iPods, laptops,cameras and other stuff from carry-on baggage? Doesn't it make more sense to have banned it WHILE THE PLOT WAS IN THE WORKS? And don't you think terrorists are just as happy to pack explosives from now on in their checked luggage?
Having once been stuck on a tarmac in a hot, busted plane for more than 9 hours at DFW airport, I can't imagine not boarding a plane from now on without water, some food, eyedrops and contact solution and other necessary items. And since when is toothpaste considered a liquid?
Call me a bitter skeptic, but it all smells to me like a too-convenient Bush/Rove/Rumsfeld/Cheney-style scare-em-good reaction to the Lieberman defeat and another way, just before the Labor Day/Back-to-College airline crush, and in plenty of time to influence November elections, to control the populace and make us behave like docile little sheep as we're herded through the airports. Don't think so? Read this from Ms. Huffington.
Every single time I hear the word "freedom" come out of Mr. Bush's lips, I feel less free. We're now safer than before 9/11, he says. Sorry, now we're not even safe enough to take a fucking water bottle, a lipstick or a tube of Crest on a commercial jet. (And other than 007 movies I've never seen any proof of terrorists using those items to blow anything up.)
All over talk radio today I heard poor sods uttering sorry sentiments like "I don't mind giving up civil liberties if it keeps us safe." Line up, folks, and march right into the re-education camps.
People weren't smart enough to take to the streets over $3 gas, the atrocities in Iraq or the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. So we're getting what we asked for. And it makes me sick that mass stupidity has reached epidemic levels.
I'm all fumed out tonight.
Meanwhile, I await word of sweet, lovely Professor Dinner-Guy, who is due to return from Central Africa this weekend. He's supposed to fly through London. Put him on the prayer chain, please.