Gone Fishin'

Off to the Islands for a few days.

Back at Blog Central Command Saturday morning.

Best wishes and knishes,

D.

Smile!

Question.

To your knowledge or from your own direct personal experience, has one terrorist or even some buggy pain-in-the-ass been removed from an airport security line and detained or arrested?

Ever?

Anywhere?

I don't resent airport security.

I'm not in such a GD hurry.

I take the attitude that air travel, far from the occasional pleasure it once was, has been for many years now a nightmare.

You resign yourself to long waits at both ends of the trip and the claustrophobic gagging of being captive in a flying cigar tube for 9 or 10 hours with people you hope won't come anywhere near you.

What's another 15 minutes and low level radiation?

Hell, a skin search, a frisk?

That could be the second most fun I've had in weeks!

But, as Margaret Wente scribbles in her column this morning, airport security is not much more than "a show designed to make people feel better."

Ever since Mr. Exploding Jockeys was shlepped off that flight to Detroit, anybody who knows anything has argued - to no avail - that the money should be put into more and better intelligence work.

Who is studying mayhem where?

Who is paying? Who's running the camp in the woods?

Why wasn't Mr. Muslim BlowUpPants taken off the streets months ago?

I have a few air excursions on tap in the coming weeks.

If I can be promised the full body scan, I think I'll wear my most provocative undies and smile seductively.

Says it All

HELP IS ON THE WAY

You think our drug addict policies are nuts?

You're right.

But not to be outdumbed, New York City has hit the insanity jackpot.

The city spent $32,000 on 70,000 fliers that tell you how to shoot heroin, complete with detailed tips on prepping the dope and injecting it into your arm.

Read the entire mind-boggling story here.

No doubt, some genius in Vancouver or Victoria health circles is now preparing our versions.

A small point.

One of the things that I love about this otherwise infuriating article was that the writer kept referring to addicts as "dope fiends."

I refer to addicts as "dope fiends."

But I am regularly chastised for this by the chronically PC.

I dunno.

Simple me. Some things seem simple.

Dope fiends shoot dope.

Doesn't mean we have to give them instruction sheets.

Bang! Bang! You're Hitting from the Paint, Bro!

“We're grown men. We protect our families. We protect our homes.”

Who is this?

Some farmer in the Transvaal?

A cocoa grower in Uruguay?

Nah.

That's the voice of New York Knicks guard Larry Hughes.

He is speaking about the at least 85% of NBA players who are packin'.

He is also speaking about Washington Wizards star Gilbert Arenas, who brought four of his favorite guns from home and stuffed them in his locker, only to pull them out the other day and point them at people for a joke. That's Gilbert over to the right.

Oh, I forgot.

America isn't a gun culture.

They are ten times bigger than us and therefore they have ten times as many gun "incidents."

Right.

Guns are an embedded and accepted part of American life in the same way that cars and chewing gum and Big Macs are.

Canada, so far, is different.

Thank goodness.

Laura Marling

She's from England and she's all of about 18 years old.

Check her out.

She's good...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zNxar07_9YA