Sir, I need to check your pants.

Sir, I need to check your pants.

Oh silly TSA, it's OK, you can admit it...

I don't know a single person that enjoys the rather aggressive steps the TSA has taken in recent years. Some may even question if it is effective at all. You know, besides learning how nasty people's feet can actually be. More so when they seem to be overly strict one minute and totally on the ball then suddenly seem to go retarded and pull over a baby at gunpoint. It seems their over zealous nature perked at the wrong time...this can be a pun if you really want it to...you'll see why in a second.Recently, this side of the TSA decided to rise to the occasion in defending our nation against terror at the San Francisco International Airport. It occurred when our friend Jonah Falcon, supposed Guinness world record holder for the largest- ahem, was pulled aside because of a suspicious bulge in his pants. When asked what he was packing, he gave it to them straight. Apparently this didn't work, so he received a pat down, dusted for explosives - the works.

I find it sort of silly really- considering this whole thing could have been avoided pretty easily. I mean, really think about it, the ability to discern boy bits from a gun is not that hard at a glance, no matter how well armed one is. It is also worth mentioning that good old San Francisco is home to more than a few festivals that don't exactly require pants, or anything for that matter. You would think they would have a better handle on these matters.