When I left Vegas last Monday they were filming Oceans 13 a couple gates down from me. I even got to see Brad Pitt walking around a bit. Unusual, but that's Vegas sometimes.
Coming back home I, of course, was in the middle of the next phase of the War on Terror/Global War on Terrorism/Global Struggle Against Violent Extremism/Long War. By which I mean we enter the phase I'll call the War on Hygeine.
Not content to merely cavity searching us and marking every single passenger as a terrorist in some form, Homeland Security has decided that toothpaste and hair gel are tools of Islamofascism.
Now, don't get me wrong. I'm sure there is a very logical explanation to this and I'm sure things will calm down a bit once they get a proper screening process in place. That said, you'd think that they could dial down the paranoia a bit. Or at least be rational. The threat was on places leaving Heathrow airport to the United States. It did not involve puddle jumpers jaunting between central Wyoming to Denver and then Vegas. I mean, Wyomingans treated me like a visitor from Mars. I don't want to think what an English Muslim would have to go through to even get near an airport.
In any case, I fly out again tomorrow. We'll see if the madness has abated.
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