Go ahead, touch my junk to keep me safe

I guess we’ve all heard the new battle cry,”don’t touch my junk.”

Well, if I want to get to grandma’s house for Thanksgiving and you want to get to your vacation in the Virgin Islands on time I guess we’re gonna have to let the Feds touch our junk. I see no reason why we should whine and cry about it. Remember 9/11 ? It happened because we didn’t touch their junk.

Besides that, most of us don’t have enough junk to worry about and a lot of us older folk would like someone to touch our junk just to be sure we are still alive. Look in the dictionary and you’ll find that the meaning of the word junk is , useless or worthless stuff, or sometimes described as a Chinese flat-bottomed ship with battened sails and a high poop.

I, for one, will not put up any fuss because someone is trying to protect me and my family and if that means touching my junk then touch away … those of you who don’t want your junk touched, walk or drive. No one has a gun to your head.

Go ahead, touch my junk, punk, Make my day.

MIKE CONNER

Sandpoint