"Uh-oh. Now that a terrorist has tried unsuccessfully to blow up a Saudi
prince with a bomb shoved up his ass, the TSA is obliged to perform
rectal exams on every flier for the rest of time. After all, once a
jihadi failed to blow up a plane with his shoe, we all needed to start
taking our shoes off. Then some knuckleheads believed they could blow
up a plane with energy beverages and hair gel, so now we have to limit
ourselves to 100ml of all liquids and gels, unless they're for babies
or are prescription (because no mass-murderer would be so evil as to
forge a doctor's note, which, as every junkie knows, cannot possibly be
forged).
Now we found someone who was made to believe he could kill people with
an asshole bomb, and so it follows that the TSA will have to ban -- or
at least inspect -- our assholes. They're like opinions, you know,
everybody's got one. Except, of course, most of us got to keep our
assholes to ourselves. Not anymore.
Let's just be thankful that no one has yet convinced a suicidal murderer that he could blow up a plane with his mind,
because once that happens, we're all in for mandatory airport
trepannations. Because, you know, you can't be too safe. Every little
bit helps. If an unhinged suicide bomber believes it's possible, we must take it seriously. To do less would be irresponsible."