Recently, Ron Paul had to go through his first invasive pat-down at the airport; his knee replacements bar him from the gulagoscan. This is one of the most well-mannered men I know, but after four very hard jabs to his genitals, he asked the blue-gloved TSA agent: “How can you live with yourself, feeling up strange men all day long?”
“I love my job,” sneered the goon.
TSA – It is our job to touch yours ;)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=QZM4Bpt3xZU
Nice.