The Toothpaste of Terror

After a nice week -- HA! The weather pretty much sucked the entire time. But I enjoyed it. California doesn't get weather. Well, I suppose we do now up on my hill. Where was I? Oh, yeah. After a miserable week in Detroit (Ok, Roseville and surrounding areas.) I'm headed back home. Once again sitting on a plane. (Seat 21F if anybody cares.) I pretty much breezed through security. Except for one thing. My far-too-large tube of toothpaste I had in my carry-on. Apparently, you're not supposed to have anything larger than a couple ounces of toothpaste with you at any one time. And mine was a large size. So, rather than leaving security to check another bag I had to surrender the Toothpaste of Terror!

Having to surrender it (i.e., throw it away and waste money on the fairly new Tube of Terrifically Terrible Terrorist Toothpaste) doesn't really bother me. It's pretty much my fault for not knowing that toothpaste is a tool of the terrorists. But, it's that the same damn scary tube of dental hygiene was in the very same carry-on when I went through security on the way out of Fresno and it simply wasn't a problem. This inconsistency is annoying as fuck! And I thought taking airport security out of the hands of private companies and making them all government employees was supposed to solve this sort of crappy, absurd, ridiculous problem.

And, exactly how much damage can a fucking 6.4 ounce tube of toothpaste cause on an aircraft that a 2.0 ounce tube can't? And, wouldn't it just take only 3 or four terrorists each carrying a 2.0 ounce tube of whatever to make the same amount of whatever that was in that 6.4 ounce tube? Thank you, George W. Fucking-asshole Bush, the President of the United States. Yes, I do blame him. He is the CEO of the country, isn't he? Ok, back to your regularly scheduled life.