Armed Madhouse: Part VIII

We take off our shoes at the airport in Pittsburgh, we have robot chips planted in our driver's licenses, we have our cousin Larry in Falluja.

But there seems to be one thing missing in the War on Terror: the terrorists.

Where are they? Are they at all? What about the July 2005 bombings in London? The cruel, evil jerks who blew up the London Tube, despite appropriating Al-Qaeda's name for their Web site and T-shirts, had about as much to do with Al-Qaeda as a Beatles tribute band has to do with the Fab Four. It was a horror—but no September 11. American-bred monster Timmy McVeigh slaughtered a lot more people in Oklahoma City with his cow-poop bomb.