The TSA Security "Protest"

Personally, I’d rather be scanned and patted-down than blown up in an airplane. That’s just me.

But then I knew people who were blown out of the sky over Lockerbie Scotland. And I knew a firefighter who was running up the towers when they came down.

You might know someone who has been killed thanks to angry religious fanatics, too. I think it’s a good idea to make it harder for them to blow us up, as best as we possibly can.

Seems to me the people who are most concerned about being patted down are people who have body issues and who don't get laid. I can’t imagine a TSA officer enjoys patting your flabby American body looking for weapons any more than you like it. But there are plenty of people out there who would get a big kick out of you being dead. Especially if you were completely terrorized in an airplane with a bunch of other innocents while it happened. Think your “freedom” is being taken away? How about your life?

Wake up, people. You live in a bulls-eye if you live in America. Until we wise-up and apply some imagination and start profiling every single person who walks into the airport you will have to be searched and scanned. It doesn’t matter what you look like. We’re all part of the game now. It’s not fair. But life isn’t fair. And if you want to stay in this “horribly unfair” life game, shut up and get scanned and stop slowing the rest of us down. We just want to get home in one piece.

Take off your shoes and keep the line moving folks, and welcome to America in the 21st Century.

Happy Thanksgiving. And I mean that.

Before You Open Your Mouth

At a seminar I was giving yesterday one of the attendees raised her hand and I called on her. This is what she said:

"Um. Yeah. My question, or comment or whatever it will end up being is kinda', um ..."

And I stopped her right there. People, when you open your mouth to speak you should know if you're going to ask a question, share a comment or just blather. And if you're just going to blather feel free to go to a seminar other than mine.

Think before you speak. It's a simple thing. Try to formulate that embryo of a spark of a thought into some sort of form. That way, you prevent others from wading through the vast wastelands of your mental vomit.

And if you can't do that at least have the decent manners to remain mute.

The Crazy Game

Boy, oh boy. I sure have had a lot of One-On-One O'Day Power Sessions lately. And you know what I've discovered? People are ADDICTED to being CRAZY!

Here are a few of the choice phrases I've been hearing: "Oh, I’m so crazy," "Sometimes I just go crazy," "I’m just a little crazy," "My friends all know I'm crazy!"

Crazy. Crazy. Crazy. As if being crazy is something to be proud of! As if neurosis and nuttiness were something to NURTURE!

People who give themselves the label “crazy” just want you to call them crazy, too. Don’t do it! Don't encourage crazy!

Let them call themselves crazy. Because eventually they'll figure out "Crazy" is synonymous with “Lonely” and “Boring.” The crazies are just too much work. All they want is attention, and they’ll probably never get enough – because they won’t give it to themselves! And THAT is just CRAZY.