Sen. Paul overreacted to pat-down request at Nashville airport
Rand Paul is no better than I am. I fly a lot and I know the laws, and if he doesn't, he needs to read up on it. I don't want anyone on my plane if they don't want to be checked.
If a plane had blown up, Paul would be the first person yelling that we need to do something more to keep people safe.
If you have nothing to hide, shut up, get patted down and get on the plane. Otherwise, hire a private plane so you won't have to get a pat-down. He should find another way to advertise for Ron Paul.
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I walk with the aid of a steel and plastic orthotic. Over the last 30 years, I have traveled to four continents and made numerous flights over North America.
Even before 9/11, I was subject to enhanced screening in every country and every city I flew from.
I have never considered this an undue burden and will live with the inconvenience rather than a catastrophe any day.
I have yet to see where in the Constitution it says we have the right to fly. Flying, like driving, is a privilege. Being a privilege, all must abide by the rules that go along with it or forgo it. Can you imagine what would happen if nobody obeyed traffic rules?
Let me see, the speed limit says 45 mph. Well, being the narcissistic sociopath that I am, I can drive 75 because it violates my right to do whatever I want, wherever I want and whenever I want.
Paul right to be offended
I'm with the Pauls on this one. As someone who has gone through knee replacement surgery, I constantly feel harassed by the airport security measures our country has opted for.
When Rand Paul resisted a pat-down last week, he was standing up for all of us. He's right; none of us wants to get frisked, especially when our only crime is being caught with a new knee. Those of us who use the Blue Grass Airport are quite likely to get stopped — more so than travelers in Nashville — because Lexington lacks the millimeter wave machine.
We are submitted to metal detection instead. It used to be that a beep from the metal detector would get you wanded — no touching involved.
Ever since the underpants bomber in 2009, a beep warrants "groping," as Paul aptly put it. This means I go through a body search every time I fly.
The last time I was being patted down for the sin of having a metal knee, I was in the glass booth with two others: a young woman who had a metal rod inserted in her back (who was awkwardly shifting a baby from one hip to another) and an older gentleman who had experienced a hip replacement. None of us were even able to run to the gate to meet our flight.
Is this really the population on whom we want Transportation Security Administration to focus its attention?
Unfair to Stein, Fayette
Are you kidding me? Kathy Stein out of office? She has been the best person the Kentucky Senate has ever had. She's worked tirelessly representing constituents.
I couldn't agree more with Gov. Steve Beshear's statement, "the action directed by the Senate president (Williams)... reflects a personal vindictiveness that should have no place in the process."
I'd like to apologize to Kathy Stein. If I had known voting for Gatewood Galbraith for governor would so rile Senate President David Williams that he would rob Fayette County residents of their duly elected state senator, I would have voted for Steve Beshear.
Williams must still be smarting from his near-defeat by Gatewood in Fayette County. How could he pass up the opportunity for redistricting revenge on Stein and her constituents? It's not all Stein's fault, even though she is highly skilled at aggravating Williams.
Rest in peace, Gatewood. I wish you were here to comment on this one.
Yiddish folklore mentions the mythical town of Chelm whose inhabitants claimed unusual intelligence. People came from everywhere asking the Chelmites for advice, and the clever Chelmites found solutions to the most intractable problems.
Soon Chelm was famous for its wisdom, and so many people sought help that the good citizens started to neglect their own affairs to the detriment of the city.
This situation could not continue but however much the Chelmites tried to discourage people, petitioners continued to come and to keep the citizens of Chelm from conducting their business.
In desperation, the city elders decided that the only way to keep people from coming was for the Chelmites to act irrationally, and there are many stories of the strange deeds of the citizens of Chelm.
Our state Senate's redistricting plan reminds me of the story of Chelm. In its great wisdom, the Senate has removed a duly elected senator from her district, without the citizens' consent and before the senator's term has expired. Instead we will have a senator elected by another district and who does not live in Lexington. How can this be legal?
Perhaps this ignorant peon does not grasp that our state's wise leaders are only trying to protect us from the hordes of outsiders seeking to disrupt the commonwealth's business.
Audacity of Gingrich
After watching and listening to former House Speaker Newt Gingrich, I am struck by this man's audacity.
He has been run out of Congress for ethical violations, left two wives as they were being treated for life-threatening conditions, and now would have us believe he not only has been given forgiveness from God, but that he should be allowed to be the moral and ethical compass for our country.
In a CNN debate he was cheered by many in the audience for upbraiding moderator John King for doing something as despicable as opening a debate with such an issue.
Really? As past actions are often predictors of future performance, shouldn't the people hear and decide for themselves? Mr. Speaker, as Shakespeare once wrote, "Methinks thou dost protest too much."
Wake up, people. The fox is in the henhouse.
GOP ship sinking
I've watched most if not all of the GOP presidential debates, each one more funny than the last.
Texas Gov. Rick Perry got out of the race in recognition of the fact he could no longer say, "Thank God for John Huntsman," who was keeping Perry from being dead last.
Newt Gingrich is learning what it's like to be in Herman Cain's shoes and, perhaps, is endorsing a polygamous lifestyle.
Then there's the "Rick and Mitt Show" — mediocrity in a sweater vest against Mitt's Douglas Niedermeyer late of Faber College performance.
It would be an improvement to the GOP presidential field if Italian cruise ship captain Francesco Schettino could enter their primary. He'd provide at least some nominal measure of competence in the race where none exists.