Fighting The War On Fluids And Shoes

In flying today, we helped the Bush administration fight the war on fluids and shoes.

Unfortunately, flying without fluids can be a little grim. Our longest flight, from Las Vegas to Charlotte, was billed as one of those "Purchase Meal On Board" sort of affairs. However, by the time they got back to us at Row 27 and 28, they had sold all the meals, AND all the snack boxes. No pretzels. No peanuts. Boo-hoo.

And they were doling out the beverages a cup at a time -- forget the idea of an entire can of soda.

Let's see, we're safe to drown in our attics during hurricanes. Iraqis are safe to die by six-figure numbers as the price for receiving the gift of freedom. We've handed the Middle East to Iran on a platter. We're safe to pay $3 a gallon for gas. And now, as the midterm elections approach, we have color coded security alerts again; hadn't seen those since the last election.

Yeah, let's be thirsty and take off our shoes as we fly; that's Bush keeping us safe.