Tony Parsons rips today’s airline “security” a new asshole in his latest piece for the Mirror. It’s a fun read, a snippy mixture of disdain for certain American types and the knee-jerk nature of these latest security rules. He’s obviously not having any of it:
At all those American airports, did I feel secure when some fat redneck security guard was rifling through my smalls? Not really. Did I feel safe from terrorists because some pimply-faced kid who couldn’t get a job flipping burgers was making me take my shoes off, or turn on my laptop, or searching my buttocks for concealed explosives? Hardly.
I often wonder how much training these people receive, especially the ones who look like they either just got out of prison or high school (or, in some cases, both). There’s plenty more to enjoy:
…We are jumping at shadows. Two innocent Asian men were removed from a flight from Malaga to Manchester because their fellow passengers became hysterical. A flight from Gatwick to Egypt was diverted to Italy when a note was found scrawled on a sick bag warning that there was a bomb on board. An F16 fighter jet was scrambled to escort the flight to the ground, where sniffer dogs found no sign of explosives. It was all the work of some bored, tittering idiot with a Biro. We can’t live this way. It doesn’t work. There is no sense in treating every putrid hoax as a serious terror threat. There is no point in regarding every family off on their two-week holiday in Spain as potential al-Qaeda martyrs.
Zing! Maybe I’ll take down some notes about our own flight security experience and see how it compares to this. We fly to New Jersey on Thursday, wait a few hours, then fly to Germany. I’m already practicing my “Yes, please search anything and everything you wish” face…