I hate it when things are forbidden for “security reason.” I just heard on the radio that umbrellas will be banned at Rihanna’s upcoming US concerts. Apparently that’s because during her European tour lots of people came with umbrellas to the concert, opened them when a certain song was played, and the risk of injury was believed to be too high.
The song in question, by the way, is actually good, not just danceable, as shown by this awesome acoustic cover.
(Youtube is replete with acoustic versions of dance songs; this version of Crank Dat manages to be sillier than the original, a feat that would seem impossible.)
This old Sierra Mist commercial is the best way to close the discussion on the Liquid Scare.
(via Cynical-C, by way of Cosmic Variance)
Perhaps you have seen Jon Steward’s new Middle East commentator. Otherwise don’t miss his perspective on the “birth pangs” of democracy.
And, last but not least, The Editors have a strategy against terrorism that makes as much sense as the current administration’s one, but that is much cheaper to implement.
What security measures to take against the threat of terrorism? The problem is that there is an almost endless number of ways in which a terrorist act can be carried out, and it is very hard, and probably impossible, to find ways of preventing every possible such plot. Perhaps inevitably, security measures are always reactive. Terrorists hijack four planes, kill three thousand people, and make George Bush win an election, all just with box cutters. Hence all box cutters and pointy objects are banned from flights. A would-be suicide attacker tries to detonate explosive hidden in his shoe. Hence we must X-ray all passengers’ shoes. Female terrorists hide explosive in their bras. Hence the stories of passengers being indicently patted during security checks. Today we learn of the explosives to be made out of liquid chemicals. Now no liquids can be taken aboard US flights.
It is only a matter of time until a terrorist tries to smuggle explosive on an airplane by hiding it up his ass. And that’s when I am going to stop flying.