“When the best that the children of a revolution can do for the defense of their inalienable protection against unwarranted search and seizure is to issue the pathetic moan, ‘Don’t touch my junk,’ a low point of humiliation has been reached.”
Shoe bomber; we take off our shoes. Toiletries bomber; we can’t carry on bottles. Printer toner cartridge bombs; we can’t ship certain quantities of toner. Underwear bomber; we are subject to having our privates viewed or handled.
As Hitchens points out, there has been at least one bomber with the explosives in his rectum. Now what?