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The “Whole-Body Imaging” machines being used in airports around the country by the TSA is one of the most privacy-invading and threatening element of the Federal Government in use today. This system seems to work real good in assisting those TSA screeners in finding the very bad among us. The problem is, it scans and shows everything! Most of us are used to scans using CT, MRI and X-ray machines. We accept that loss of privacy because we trust the medical community to keep that information private and secure, and use it for medical treatment only.

But, most of us realize that we can’t trust a government agency to protect our privacy in such a scanner. Even though the data is not “saved” at this time, it very well could be at some point. Then software could be used to add human flesh to one of the images and a new type of pornography is born. There could be a whole industry created that supplies the public with airport nudie scans. Ironically, it is public officials and the famous who would be victimized by this first. How hot would an airport scan of Britney Spears be on the internet? Very hot.

I would rather strip down to my underwear before getting scanned. I would have to tell those TSA screeners to call me “Dick” because that’s the only weapon they would find on me.

For years, we have been calling “Waffle House” the “Awful House.”  The play on the companies name is easy fodder for a quick laugh.  This story gives even more ammunition for a belly full of laughs.

I don’t understand the choice of weapon.  A waffle house is full of many potentially lethal weapons.  Some that come to mind are sharp spatulas, hot frying oil, meat cutting knives and hot coffee.  Why make such a mess using a gun?

Waffle House needs to reeducate their employees to take frustration out on customers in a passive-aggressive approach.  Food can be dropped on the floor or served with special ingredients.  Use of a gun is much too drastic.

On a serious note, please be careful what you order and how you treat that waitress.  You really don’t know what is behind that counter.  Luckily, the waitress kept the gun in her car.  Otherwise, she might be called a trigger happy redneck.