Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Bin Laden is Dead, and I Don't Feel So Hot Myself



As luck would have it, I got on a plane the day after bin Laden's death was announced. I was trying to decide whether anyone felt safer. Nothing seemed to have changed at the airport. The security line was just as long. The TSA agents were just as fond of fondling. I still couldn't bring the coffee I'd purchased only steps away into the secure area.

I'm not complaining; when it comes to debates over airport security, I'll take safety over the desire not to reveal my unpedicured toes to strangers. But no matter what's happened to al Quaeda's mastermind, figurehead, and Looney Toons in chief, it's clear that ambiguity and fear will remain a part of our lives for a long time to come.

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This poem was fondled by the TSA.

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