Friday, September 28, 2007


Airport "security" is a giant charade. Totally out of context, here is a response I posted on /. concerning that:

The "politician's fallacy":

  1. Something must be done!
  2. This is something.
  3. Therefore, it must be done!

The first problem is that the government's "solution" is not a solution, it is demonstrably completely ineffective.

Second, there is indeed a trade-off between wasting enormous amounts of time and resources and saving lives. Most likely, if all motor vehicles were governed to be unable to exceed 15 MPH, there would be almost no deaths due to motor vehicle accidents. But would it be worth it?

Third, there's this little concept called liberty that no one seems to be able to grasp anymore. Does it ever occur to anyone but me and Archie Bunker that if the TSA wasn't so committed to disarming all the good people, that any hijacker would have a lot more to worry about than he does now?

Friday, September 21, 2007

Boston, home of the frightened ninnies

So, those ever-vigilant terrorist-fighters in Boston have foiled another evil terrorist plot. Some loony college chick dressed up in a circuit board with some flashing lights, and was almost killed by the ever-vigilant Boston cops (motto: "Blinking lights are the surest sign of a terrorist bomb!")

The sheer insanity of the Boston police just defies my ability to mock it. You should recall that the whole city was put in a state of siege recently when Cartoon Network distributed some advertising in the form of small boxes with some blinking lights. What kind of inbreeding has led to this level of idiocy? They actually let their Chief of Police go on national media and state that he was willing to shoot this poor girl dead because he was so sure she must have a nuclear bomb stuffed between her boobs.

It's the blinking lights, you see. They're a dead giveaway. All terrorist bombs have exposed circuit boards, and those blinking lights.

I suggest he just close the city. It's just too dangerous to allow people to just wander about, and you never know when they might whip out some blinking lights again.