Saturday, March 14, 2026

Terror At Thirty-Five Thousand Feet

 So here's an interesting situation: With a war going on that costs a ballpark figure of one billion dollars a day and the Department of Homeland Security currently shut down due to (checks notes) the former director having sex with her deputy on the plane she needed to (checks notes again) have sex with her deputy, over three hundred TSA agents have quit. 

This means that lines at the airport have gotten longer to get through security to take flights to places that can still be considered "safe" for Americans to travel. It also means that the potential for someone's underwear or shoes or oversize bottle of shampoo slipping through the safety net we put in place the last time that things blew up here in our country. 

But you can rest easy, America, because the only president to be impeached twice is on the case. When asked if US citizens should worry about attacks from Iran on our soil, he replied, "I guess.

Meanwhile, the term "sleeper cells" returned to our lexicon. Local police are now wondering just what sort of help they might receive when foreign agents suddenly spring to action like hydra's teeth to commit terrorist plots in and around your neighborhood. 

Sorry. 

Was that scary? 

It was meant to be. One of the ballyhooed reasons for us to go and stir up the hornets' nest that is Iran is because they are the number one sponsor of state terrorism in the world. They're kind of like the Dark Side of the Moon of terrorism. To paraphrase the nuns whose job it was to watch over Julie Andrews in Sound of Music, how do we deal with a problem like Iran? 

I'm not guessing that blowing up their leaders and killing a school full of little girls was in everyone's playbook. All of this must be written down somewhere in Project 2026. In crayon. Right after, "buy a nice plane or ICE Barbie to get her Mile High Club merit badge."

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