I don’t get it.  I really don’t.  Somebody out there help me.  Airport bodyscans are an invasion of privacy?  Really?  How?

Okay, she's got an extra roll above the belt line, and his junk tilts to the right. Big deal. I'd be much more concerned with the strange growth on his left shoulder. Seriously, dude, get that checked out.

Putting aside the question of radiation – and believe me, no one loves a good conspiracy and coverup as much as I do – but I happen to think the government is probably doing a much better job killing us off by letting us breathe near cars than taking a peek at our flab.

So it’s gotta come down not to body scan issues, but to body image issues.

I think we should ask Gallup to do a poll on this: of the people who refuse the bodyscan on privacy grounds, how many of them are hot, and how many not?

Because, really, in terms of confidentiality, these images are about as specific as the silver guy in the Terminator movies.

Actually, less so.  At least silver guy got to keep his hair.

And let’s just say that someone did put your bodyscan image up on the web, and included your name.

So what?

Will anyone really be that shocked to discover your upper arms are thickening a bit, or your flaccid penis doesn’t extend beyond your testicles, or your boobs are just a bit uneven, or that we’re not all built exactly like Beyonce or Daniel Dae Kim?

C’mon, now, we’re all more or less grown ups – I can see as much skin, and in much better color and resolution, at the beach on any given day as I can from these play doh images.

Is it any wonder the whole pre-Thanksgiving “Opt-Out” protest fizzled?  90% of the articles I glanced at can be summarized like this:

“Whatever keeps the country safe, I just don’t have a problem with,” Leah Martin, 50, of Houston, said as she waited Monday to go through security at the Atlanta airport.

Do you know what kind of shitstorm the TSA would be caught in if some whackjob got through with an explosive goodie or firearm that this gizmo would’ve picked up?   All because someone didn’t want their spare tire being revealed?

Aren’t bees dying mysteriously?  Isn’t there some ancient redwood out there being cut down at this very moment?  Just because they renamed Area 51 “Desolate Palms,” do we really think it doesn’t exist anymore?

Find a cause, people, find a cause.

Or, if not, just be honest with yourself and the rest of the country: you’re embarrassed because you’re out of shape and your bald head is ugly.  Welcome to humanity.