Un-terror in the skies

Our long national nightmare is finally over.

I have long resisted bringing, Dear Reader, your attention to this story, which deserves all of the gut-wrenching, emotional, and touching ridicule that only World 'O Crap can bring to a xenophobic right wingnut so-called freelance reporter's story of her terrified day in the air. Seems a bunch of swarthy men in track suits (with arabic script on the back -- if we've learned anything from the 9-11 Commission Report, it is that the bastards work in teams, suited up in warm-ups with the team color), dared to bring suspicious McDonalds bags on the flight (probably containing plastic knives or worse, McDonalds Scalding Coffee of Doom), and then proceeded to pee a lot. Oh year, and scowl at the writer and her adorable little child.

The story set off a firestorm of fear and hatred around the warblog world.

Turns out they really were the back-up band for the Syrian Wayne Newton, but of course, as Freeper says, just because they're musicians doesn't meant they couldn't be something more!