Have I a bad case of whiplash. Not from any accident, though. It's from snapping my head back and forth as I watch air travel security hurtle from one extreme to another.
You know what I'm talking about. We start with a big, fat failure for the intelligence and security communities for not detecting the would-be Underpants Bomber, accused of trying to take down a Northwest jet on Christmas Day. Clearly, that was a case of too little security.
Now zoom the other way, to too much security, as a sobbing three-year-old sees his Play-Doh confiscated by the Transportation Security Administration (TSA) for "security reasons."
Zoom again: How about the fellow on a Midwest flight earlier this month, who belatedly realized he brought shot gun shells aboard the plane. Whoops! Where was security then?
As one of the readers of my blog wrote me: "My problem is with the lack of consistency in pretty much ANYTHING the TSA does or says."
But is consistency even possible? And it's not just the TSA's fault -- you can also blame the airlines, the airports, and even us, the flying public.
Here's an example where I think you could fault the passengers and crew in a one-two combination punch of security run amok with a frisson of religious ignorance.
A flight operated by a subsidiary of US Airways was diverted to Philadelphia last week because somebody thought the religious items used by a 17-year-old Jewish kid for his morning prayers could somehow be a bomb. Travelers were later rebooked on other flights; I can only imagine the fun.
It could have been worse, though (and here's where the security professionals fall down): remember how they shut down Newark International's busiest terminal after that romantic fellow just had to have one last smooch with his sweetie (and foolishly snuck through a security line to get it)?
Well, just two days later, another case of overzealous security resulted in the shutdown of the tiny Bakersfield, Calif. airport. No sweetie involved here, just honey.
That's right, honey: a gardener from Milwaukee put four bottles of honey in his suitcase as a tasty souvenir of the Central Valley. In fairness to security personnel, the honey was inexplicably placed in Gatorade bottles and officials noticed it sure didn't look like the sports drink; later still, the stuff tested positive for explosives. No one knows why. No charges were ever filed.
And no one knows why a TSA officer pranked a college student going through the security line, either, but call this a case of too little security over the security force.
The officer held out a baggie of white powder and asked the young woman, "Where did you get this from?" The shaken student began to cry as she tried to explain it must have been a plant; finally, at the end of what she called "the longest minute of my life," the officer said, "Just kidding."
Make that ex-officer; he no longer works for the TSA.
OK, most of us understand the problems: securing the nation's air travel system is an overwhelming job, not just here but around the world. And nobody wants to make a mistake.