Meanwhile, Umar hops aboard a Detroit-bound jetliner, pantslegs stuffed with powdered explosives and a detonator, and simultaneously your Amish grandmother gets strip-searched, my legally blind 85-year-old Irish stepfather has to remove his belt, white cane and slippers for inspection, and Sister Mary-Elizabeth's habit is patted down by a TSA inspector wearing a burqa. Another "man-caused disaster" averted, in spite of the TSA and because of a few brave passengers.
I feel oh, so safe, knowing that Ja-No has her eagle-eye on the basket, err, the bat, umm, that, you know, round... thingy.
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