The last time my husband took his mistress to Miami, he looked guiltier than a Yemeni operative. Frankly, he deserves Gitmo for that infraction. What a bomb. (With all the silicone gel sheâ€™s packinâ€™, itâ€™s no wonder she can make do with a short fuse.)
So if I follow where all the security cruelty is going â€“ Â in short order we will have high tech microwave voyeur equipment, cavity searches, bomb powder detection, metal scanners, dogs, and, oh by the way, a bunch of folks will be running around eyeballing the gate for shady body language. The bad guys are worried now! And donâ€™t I know it. My body usually says it all.
You know what Iâ€™m thinking? Iâ€™m thinking suicidal maniacs financed by global terrorist organizations are insane, not stupid. Itâ€™s quite likely they will not hide the next bomb in their underwear (just guessing here). Their watches can probably tell when itâ€™s one hour and five minutes before landing. And I imagine that shifty eyed, sweaty types are not making it past the first interview. Just a theory.Â