- The Washington Times - Wednesday, July 27, 2011


The recent editorial “Government pornography ring” (Comment & Analysis, Monday) berates “TSA’s obscene airport scanners” again. Well, I love the full-body scanners.

I have found that they save me at least 10 minutes and much aggravation going through airport security. With two titanium hips, I always trigger the metal detectors. Without the scanner, there’s the shoeless wait for an agent and a long, careful pat-down.

The earlier wandings only required that a person have no metal in his or her pockets. The new pat-downs require that nothing - not even a Kleenex or a business card - be in the pockets. But with the scanners, all you have to do is stand in front of the scanner, arms over your head, and in less than a minute, the agent says, “You may go.”

I don’t really care what someone in a remote room, who doesn’t know my name or contact information, sees. I wish they could see my feet, so I wouldn’t have to walk around the airport shoeless. Journalism would serve me better by informing me how the millisieverts from an airport scanner compare with, say, a chest X-ray, two hours on a plane at 36,000 feet or a one-day visit to the Fukushima Daiichi nuclear plant.


Potomac Falls, Va.



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