Ducky

Cold as ice cream, but just as sweet <3

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cartoonpolitics: Scared of the ‘terrorists’&#160;? You’re far more likely to be struck by lightning, die in your bath, from a dog or insect bite, be accidentally killed in hospital, snuffed out by a vending machine, suicide, accidental shooting and even being shot by a cop. The list is almost endless. Of all of the things that could possibly kill you terrorism is way down at the very bottom of the risk table. In fact your chance of being killed by terrorists is roughly the same as being struck by a meteor. Still, whats reason or reality got to do with it&#160;? There’s lots of lovely money to be made from fear (ref). OMG I felt like this going through security on my way to NYC. I did that ridiculous full-body TSA scanner thing, and then on the other side, the lady PATS DOWN MY LEGS because the ankles of my jeans were bunched up from wearing high-tops that I took off. Then, they found my mousse in my carry-on and threw it away, and I guess I left my pepper spray in my carry-on too (whoops. But hey, I&#8217;m a teenage girl moving to NYC. Pepper spray is totally justified) and they told me they had to go INCINERATE IT after they examined the contents to make sure that it was actually pepper spray, not a tear gas bomb. &#8230;&#8230;yeah.

cartoonpolitics:

Scared of the ‘terrorists’ ? You’re far more likely to be struck by lightning, die in your bath, from a dog or insect bite, be accidentally killed in hospital, snuffed out by a vending machine, suicide, accidental shooting and even being shot by a cop. The list is almost endless. Of all of the things that could possibly kill you terrorism is way down at the very bottom of the risk table. In fact your chance of being killed by terrorists is roughly the same as being struck by a meteor. Still, whats reason or reality got to do with it ? There’s lots of lovely money to be made from fear (ref).

OMG I felt like this going through security on my way to NYC. I did that ridiculous full-body TSA scanner thing, and then on the other side, the lady PATS DOWN MY LEGS because the ankles of my jeans were bunched up from wearing high-tops that I took off. Then, they found my mousse in my carry-on and threw it away, and I guess I left my pepper spray in my carry-on too (whoops. But hey, I’m a teenage girl moving to NYC. Pepper spray is totally justified) and they told me they had to go INCINERATE IT after they examined the contents to make sure that it was actually pepper spray, not a tear gas bomb.

……yeah.

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