Your Privates are not private
The uproar over the new procedures is overblown and immature. The marginal invasion of privacy is small relative to the potential benefit of averting a terrorist attack…
…Granted, the images from the souped-up screeners are uncomfortably graphic.
But who cares about that, such concerns are childish!
Oh, and those pat-downs?
“Don’t touch my junk” may be the cri de coeur – cri de crotch? – of the post-9/11 world, but it’s an awfully childish one. We let people touch our junk all the time in medical settings.
So you see ladies and gentlemen, choosing to go to a doctor, is just like mass transportation. So when is United going to start charging me for that hospital gown they’ll make me wear?
Now please, shut up, turn your head, and cough — your privates are not private anymore. Who needs that childish Bill of Rights anyway?