Those are the famous last words of John Tyner 31, a passenger flying out of San Diego. He had refused to pass through TSA’s new scattershot imaging machine. Instead, he agreed to a pat down, but as the procedure of his impending groin search was being described, Mr. Tyner uttered the immortal words above. And got thrown out of the airport. All I can say is I want to meet this guy and shake his hand! I realize that last Christmas we had an underwear bomber and we have to have safety procedures in place, but the search they described just sounds, well invasive. What’s next? Cavity search? Glad I’m not flying this holiday season.