Baring There

clipped from pajamasmedia.com Half way across the Atlantic earlier today I looked up to see a naked man–a young white male–walking from economy towards first class.  Totally bare.  He was not chanting any threatening words in Arabic or any other language.  In fact he didn’t say anything.  He was not in a hurry, not streaking.  He was just walking at a normal pace, not looking left or right, not schmoozing up the attendants.  An afternoon stroll. He didn’t look or behave like a terrorist and he was certainly not wearing an explosive belt.  As I said, he wasn’t wearing anything at all.  I briefly wondered if he was a next-generation suicide bomber with explosives shoved up an orifice, but by the time that thought matured–if he was going to blow himself up where had he hidden the detonator?–the whole thing was over.