Ron Paul had to go through his first invasive pat-down at the airport the other day, since his knee replacements bar him from the naked x-ray machine. This is one of the kindest, most well-mannered men I know, but after four very hard jabs to his genitals, he asked the federal agent: “How can you live with yourself, feeling up strange men all day long?”
“I love my job,” sneered the goon.
You can bet that Ron Paul will be figuring out how to make these searches illegal. Oh wait, he is. It’s called H.R. 6416.