Do you ever wonder how big that bomb would have to be to actually take down a plane? Is there really technology that such a powerful bomb can be implanted without showing at least a bump under the skin? And where would they put it to make access easy without some noticeable contortions? By the time it blows granny to smithereens would there be not so much damage but rather a mess and a bunch very of irate passengers?
Okay, you can see where my head is today, but now for the serious side. The justification for TSA procedures comes from "chatter". We can't take the chance that no one has been corrupted. Meanwhile the terrorists know the buzz words to use, keep us in a tizzy and no doubt are enjoying our jumping through hoops immensely!
On the flip side, there is a real danger of something going boom and it isn't the diaper set. It's the nuc Tehran is getting closer and closer to being able to build yet we refuse to acknowledge that possibility. Let's face it, when they get the bomb a whole lot more than one airplane is at risk. Try a city. Or a country. Maybe even ours!
Why are we in denial this is happening while the rest of the world including our allies and the U.N. are watching with grave concern? The last assessment made by our intelligence was in 2007. When Fred Fleitz tried to expose those doing the assessment, or the lack thereof, his criticisms were censored by the CIA and the Office of the Director of Intelligence. Fleitz recently retired after a twenty five year career with the CIA, DIA, the State Department and the House Intelligence Committee staff. I would think he knows his way around the subject and that his findings and concerns mesh with those of our allies and the U.N.
It seems to me if our government can tie itself up in knots over chatter, they just might not want to keep their heads in the sand when it comes to truth. When the Iranian Revolutionary Guard posts on its website that the day after an Iranian nuclear test would be a normal day, one might be led to believe they are planning such a test.
What, me worry? Nah. After all, I didn't hear it on the grapevine!