But now you insist on a full-body scan, a fairly accurate representation of my naked image to be viewed by a total stranger? But how exactly would they get him... Oh, never mind. Don't touch my junk is the anthem of the modern man, the Tea Party patriot, the late-life libertarian, the midterm election voter. Don't touch my junk, Obamacare - get out of my doctor's examining room, I'm wearing a paper-thin gown slit down the back. Don't touch my junk, Google - Street View is cool, but get off my street. Don't touch my junk, you airport security goon - my package belongs to no one but me, and do you really think I'm a Nigerian nut job preparing for my 72-virgin orgy by blowing my johnson to kingdom come?
So, essentially "the modern man, the Tea Party patriot, the late-life libertarian, the midterm election voter" is a nitwit who swallows fear whole from the right wing noise machine and regurgitates it to everyone around him?
Worrying about being seen naked while almost a quarter of the population is jobless, unwinnable wars continue in the Middle East, and the new Congress prepares to dismantle the government is as useless as Charles Krauthammer's lower body.
I am actually thinking that recumbent-American Krauthammer is just jealous of everyone getting free scrotal-bumps from the TSA when he's got to pay the going street whore rate for someone to bop his little carry-on bag (also always done with gloves on, oddly enough) so he's just raining on everyone else's non-transactional testicle-tickling parade, here.
Krauthhammer's unique physical attributes makes him a awkward problem for TSA inspectors. Fortunately I have a solution. Simply toss Kauthhammer and all of his accessories into a industrial wood chipper and test the output pulp for explosive residue.
So, essentially "the modern man, the Tea Party patriot, the late-life libertarian, the midterm election voter" is a nitwit who swallows fear whole from the right wing noise machine and regurgitates it to everyone around him?
Worrying about being seen naked while almost a quarter of the population is jobless, unwinnable wars continue in the Middle East, and the new Congress prepares to dismantle the government is as useless as Charles Krauthammer's lower body.
I am actually thinking that recumbent-American Krauthammer is just jealous of everyone getting free scrotal-bumps from the TSA when he's got to pay the going street whore rate for someone to bop his little carry-on bag (also always done with gloves on, oddly enough) so he's just raining on everyone else's non-transactional testicle-tickling parade, here.
how about <i>Sir Kumrotary</i> Krauthammer?
i wonder if any TSA reads wonkette.
My guess is Penile subincision that is tattooed to look like a Georgia O&#039;Keefe painting. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wik..." target="_blank">" rel="nofollow noopener" title="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Penile_subincision">http://en.wikipedia.org/wik...
Krauthhammer&#039;s unique physical attributes makes him a awkward problem for TSA inspectors. Fortunately I have a solution. Simply toss Kauthhammer and all of his accessories into a industrial wood chipper and test the output pulp for explosive residue.
That&#039;s a winner!
That actually makes sense in a teabag sort of way.