I will admit that the DHS has some problems. When the next plane blows up (knock-knock-knock) it won’t be the doing of a little old lately smugling a plastic explosive in a tube of toothpaste. I flew earlier this week. One of the folks at the gates looked through my bag and found some toothpaste. She shook her head and made a sound like “Uh-uh-uh.” She confiscated the tube and gave me back my bag. My inner-smartass wanted to say “praise allah most high” before leaving, but I decided it would be better to reach my location that day.
