It's the contemporary equivalent of "Don't Tread on Me", argues Charles Krauthammer in his Washington Post column today:
Not quite the 18th-century elegance of "Don't Tread on Me," but the age of Twitter has a different cadence from the age of the musket. What the modern battle cry lacks in archaic charm, it makes up for in full-body syllabic punch.
Don't touch my junk is the anthem of the modern man, the Tea Party patriot, the late-life libertarian, the midterm election voter. Don't touch my junk, Obamacare - get out of my doctor's examining room, I'm wearing a paper-thin gown slit down the back. Don't touch my junk, Google - Street View is cool, but get off my street. Don't touch my junk, you airport security goon - my package belongs to no one but me, and do you really think I'm a Nigerian nut job preparing for my 72-virgin orgy by blowing my johnson to kingdom come?
When you're done chuckling at that last line, let us know: are you and Krauthammer of the same mind on the topic? Remember, according to recent polls, roughly 80 percent of the country does not think that TSA screenings are too invasive. What are your thoughts on the matter?
