It's that since 9/11, anyone -- ANYONE -- who stands up in the aisle of a commercial flight and announces that he/she/it (gotta be PC, ya know!) is taking over the aircraft will almost immediately
A) have the dog squeeze kicked outta him/her/it or
B) quickly assume cabin temperature
all courtesy of the passengers/crew who now know they're probably gonna die anyway and have nothing to lose by going for it.
But, of course, none of these pesky little tidbits of info help the cause of expanding government, sooooo.... we get Barney -- NOT the ubiquitous purple dinosaur who is better qualified for the position, we get the other one -- and virtual strip searches of 80 year-old grandmothers.
WHOM THE GODS WOULD DESTROY, THEY FIRST MAKE INSANE!
