(Title will make sense only to fans of Sealab 2021.)
So I'm reading another good post by Steyn over on the Corner, and all I can think of is that we have to start making all guys named Abdul or Mohammed fly naked in a big, jettisonable plexi pod in the back of the plane. Any of 'em get twitchy, and -poosh!- it's "Go find Commander Finney!" time for the lot.
Yeah, that time it was Star Trek.
Anyway, someone's no doubt going to whine & squeal about discrimination, but Eff 'em, right in the A. It'ud be no worse than the discrimination my mother, a septagenarian white gal lineaged down from the Mayflower, will have to go through tomorrow at the airport for her flight back to Taxachussetts; shoes off, air blown around her, possible luggage search, no liquids, no moving around on the flight, etc., etc.
I'm tired of fecking Islam and its attendant asshattery. Gorram tired. So go blow yourselves and your children up all the live-long day and leave the civilized world to argue over things without killing innocents. Or fix yourselves. But either way, stay away from my mom, you Jihadi fuckos.