But now you insist on a full-body scan, a fairly accurate representation of my naked image to be viewed by a total stranger?
But how exactly would they get him... Oh, never mind.
Don't touch my junk is the anthem of the modern man, the Tea Party patriot, the late-life libertarian, the midterm election voter. Don't touch my junk, Obamacare - get out of my doctor's examining room, I'm wearing a paper-thin gown slit down the back. Don't touch my junk, Google - Street View is cool, but get off my street. Don't touch my junk, you airport security goon - my package belongs to no one but me, and do you really think I'm a Nigerian nut job preparing for my 72-virgin orgy by blowing my johnson to kingdom come?
Why exactly did Krauthammer need to tell us he's "wearing a paper-thin gown slit down the back"? Did he really write "my package belongs to no one but me"? Oh, never mind. [ WP ]
So, essentially "the modern man, the Tea Party patriot, the late-life libertarian, the midterm election voter" is a nitwit who swallows fear whole from the right wing noise machine and regurgitates it to everyone around him?
Worrying about being seen naked while almost a quarter of the population is jobless, unwinnable wars continue in the Middle East, and the new Congress prepares to dismantle the government is as useless as Charles Krauthammer's lower body.
I am actually thinking that recumbent-American Krauthammer is just jealous of everyone getting free scrotal-bumps from the TSA when he's got to pay the going street whore rate for someone to bop his little carry-on bag (also always done with gloves on, oddly enough) so he's just raining on everyone else's non-transactional testicle-tickling parade, here.