Ban Flying

Isn't that the inevitable end result of all this incremental nonsense? Because, really, it's not the tweezers, or shoes, or soft drinks, or MP3 players that are the problem. It's the giant missiles rocketing through the skies, filled with people.

In other words, these piecemeal measures don't make me feel safer, but neither am I terribly worried. If not planes, it'll be boats. If not boats, it'll be trains (again). If not trains, it'll be bicycles. And so on. But life goes on, you know? I can't just stay inside forever.

Which reminds me: it's about time to stock up on duct tape and plastic wrap again, isn't it? My windows are looking kind of vulnerable.