I enjoy flying. It's a helluva thing to be that far off the ground. But I only that say that to say this: I haven't been on a commercial flight in twelve years because of what an inexcusable pain in the ass it was in dealing with airport terminal personnel even
then. Unless there is a sea change in the way that mode of public transportation performs its duties, I'll drive myself wherever I want to go. The burden of an extra few hours of transit time, in my mind, is minuscule compared to the
personal freedom I enjoy as my own pilot, flight attendant, and tour guide. And if I want a steak mid-flight, I follow the highway signs, then pull over and I get it. They can shove their complimentary stale peanuts, or Saltines, or whatever nine different federal agencies says is the existentially-correct form of airline rodent food this week. If I wanted to go to Kuala Lumpur, I'll drive to the dock and let a boat take me there, and not have to suffer the indignity of some chimpanzee with a badge squeezing my weasel to see if it's loaded.
"But know this, that in the last days perilous times will come: for men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, unloving, unforgiving, slanderers, without self-control, brutal, despisers of good, traitors, headstrong, haughty, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, having a form of godliness but denying its power. And from such people turn away, for his name is Obama."I, too, drive wherever I want to go. I hope when you are driving you will get off the interstates, which all look alike, and travel the back roads. This is a beautiful country, and driving on the lesser roads gives you a chance to see just how beautiful it is............
