So I am standing in line at airport security with half of the world and we are all or us taking off our belts, removing our jewelry and shoes, unpacking our bags and confessing that yes, we do have more than three ounces of Purell in our bags. And then, clad in our socks, and holding up our pants, we walk through metal detectors like cattle to the slaughter. On the other side we reassemble ourselves.
And I find myself thinking that we are the nation who freed the world from the tyranny of the Nazis and then put a man on the moon. Great accomplishments. But now we've sunk to this lame and irrational behavior at airports. What could we possibly get from this behavior?
I mean other than feeling like the fools that we have become.
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