I don’t think body scanners see much more than metal. I still opt out, and accept a pat down.
I like the part about the random (fake) alerts on the scanners, and that people reward themselves in times of stress.
Lets think about the business case for a moment. Currently airport companies make about 50% of their income with services (shops, restaurants etc.) and of course 50% with start and landing fees. When flights are delayed people spend more in airports. When security checks are longer, people are forced to be earlier at the airport. Then they buy water (you are not allowed to carry water, you might… what exactely?) for an exorbitant price, than food, parfume, chocolate or whatever. That is probabily the issue. In Munich, recently, I saw you can get a massage, cut your hair or get your fingernail done! All that in addition to buing food and drinks or shopping. So I guess the stress we are experincing at the security check is part of the plan. Allegedly, when people get under stress they tend to reward themselves more. Mentioning the cancer inducing effect of the check could be a hoax. Why? I flew this week for a couple of days to Portugal. I went through the machine (full body scan, 3D) and it „rang“. So the security man had to do a body check on me. Problem is, I was wearing a T-shirt, shorts, sneekers and not much else. Not even a watch. So I looked over the shoulder too see the monitor myself. It was highlighting my arms, and especially where you would carry a watch. Only, I did not. So the machine could be a box with random numbers, who knows. One last comment: the flight back was canceled and we spent 12 hours at the airport. Slept on the floor, bought very expensive water (I would refill, but sometimes they dispence only warm water, sometimes it tastes disgusting). Airports are weird business models.Comment on In Defense of Miles Mathis by Andrea cuttingthroughthefog.com…
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Is it really wise for me to provide the manure with which people intend to throw at me? I do not think so. That is like an assassin saying to me, “Mr. Sibrel, I would like to shoot you, yet I have no bullets. Will you please give me some for my gun?”, and then me saying, “Sure! Here they are!”, and thus providing the very means for my own murder.
It’s amazing how long you can live with a lie without it killing you. I’d say then remaining fake moon walkers are a hardy bunch.
Amusing pin story, coupled with his painting of the fake moon shots, complete with moon dust.
In painstaking detail, he re-created what it was like to be on the moon, using actual moon dust and ground-up remnants of Apollo spacecraft. Before starting each painting, he would spend weeks studying photographs and videos, and calling fellow astronauts to probe their memories.
Those materials and memories are what Bean brought back from the moon, but he also left something behind — his silver astronaut lapel pin. He had thrown it as far as he could into a crater.
He said he thought about it often, “and when I look at the moon at night, think about that pin up there, just as shiny as it ever was, and someday maybe somebody will go pick it up.”