28th December 2009
John Derbyshire, Patron Saint of Dyspepsia, understands the dialectic.
It seems that our federal government is unable to locate its own rear end with both hands and a flashlight. What a surprise!
Indeed. Aren’t you surprised? I’m sure surprised.
Planes are flimsy things. They have to be to get off the ground. If, as seems likely, we are in an arms race between, on one side, crazy jihadis fired up with visions of paradise, and on the other, bored airport-security personnel on minimum wage, it looks inevitable that sooner or later the jihadis will score one. What’s to be done?