Airline passengers are through taking shit from hijackers after 9-11! Hope they gave him a serious beating.

http://today.reuters.com/news/articlenews.aspx?type=topNews&storyID=2007-02-16T142322Z_01_L164179_RTRUKOC_0_US-SPAIN-HIJACK.xml&pageNumber=1&imageid=&cap=&sz=13&WTModLoc=NewsArt-C1-ArticlePage1

One hope is that the memory of the beating lasts longer than the prison sentence.

?!?!?

I don't get it.

"The (hijacker) had demanded the plane fly to Paris......"

Why couldn't he have just bought an airline ticket to Paris?!?

?!?!?

I don't get it.

"The (hijacker) had demanded the plane fly to Paris......"

Why couldn't he have just bought an airline ticket to Paris?!?

LOL, true. Obviously the Spanish media didn't think that one through.

?!?!?

I don't get it.

"The (hijacker) had demanded the plane fly to Paris......"

Why couldn't he have just bought an airline ticket to Paris?!?
maybe he couldn't get an exit visa? maybe there isn't a flight there from where the flight departed, maybe he just couldn't afford the ticket?-it was an internal flight.

One hope is that the memory of the beating lasts longer than the prison sentence.
have you noticed how few attempts there have been since 9/11? i think would-be hijackers have been thinking something like this would happen.

I don't take chances myself; I just make an obnoxious scene whenever I have any security concerns while onboard an airliner.

I was on a long flight from Honolulu to Houston not too long ago.
I got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom.

Back by the rear-plane restroom lobby, there was a swarthy-complected fellow, pacing around and checking his wristwatch.
I immediately threw-down on him, and pinned him to the carpet.

Me: What sort of nefarious hijacking event do you have planned, Hadji??

Him: Get off of me, you are crushing my windpipe!

Me: Be thankful you still have a windpipe, Abdul. I am a Gulf War (number one, thank you) vet, and I can kill you nine ways from Tuesday with just an ordinary folded napkin, and a common drinking straw. Now FESS UP, what are you and your Taliban friends cooking up this evening?

Him: I'm not Taliban, you psycho jackass, I'm Mexican-American. I'm on my way home to Del Rio from vacation. Please get off of me!

Me: Why were you checking your watch then, Jihad Johnny? Is there an event-schedule that you must meet in order to bring this planeload of innocent civilians down in a fiery shower of metal and jet-fuel over Los Angeles??

Him: I, I ... have to take my blood pressure medicine every 12 hours, but this time-change thing had me confused. I was just trying to get my pills down before the stewardesses come by to collect all the trash and drink cups.

Me: (Relaxing the choke hold, and sitting up just a bit) Likely story, Senor Atta. Answer these questions, and I'll believe your little story, and let you up off of this urine-smelling carpet.
One: Who was the greatest Houston Oilers running back of all times?

Him: Earl Campbell.

Me: Good so far. Two: Who danced to Tequila, and Remembered The Alamo in Tim Burton's humorous 1985 dark-horse smash hit comedic film?

Him: Pee Wee Herman. I mean, actor Paul Reubens, later convicted of a misdemeanor obscenity charge for exposing himself in a porn theater!!

Me: You're good, Muhammad, really good. (Getting up off of the gentleman, and extending a hand to help him up.) Answer this next question correctly, and I'm going to leave you in peace.
Three: Who is the all time, hands-down, no questions asked, best former surfer-soldier, in the history of all of The Republic of South Korea?

Him: Uhh, Phy…. something-Ph.... you know, uh Phyrex!!!
Now, will you please just leave me alone!!

Me: (eyes his new friend warily) Yeah, I guess anyone who knows of my friend Phyrex can't be all bad. You can go now, and go in peace. But be advised: Anyone who tries any monkey business on an airliner where there is an ex-Army pilot on board is in for some serious grief, do you get where I am coming from?

Him: No problem, you have my full support, you Makers Mark bourbon-smelling-psychotic, totally out of control, amateur Air Marshall. Can I go to the bathroom now?

Me: Yeah, go on to the head, my Mexican-American amigo.
But just do me a favor, and keep your head on a tight swivel for Arab terrorists. OK?

Him: You have my word, Senor Sparquelito. If any suspicious Muslims begin to congregate near the airplane shitters, I'll inform you right away.

Me: Thanks, Pedro. And good luck to you and your new NFL team, uh, what is their name again?

Him: Are you talking about the Houston Texans, led by their upstart young quarterback David Carr?

Me: (eyes his aisle way companion warmly) Yeah, that was exactly who I was talking about. Have a nice flight.

Him: Yeah, you too.

(Shakes hands, and turns to find out where exactly it is they store the Makers Mark.)

:eek:

I don't take chances myself; I just make an obnoxious scene whenever I have any security concerns while onboard an airliner.

I was on a long flight from Honolulu to Houston not too long ago.
I got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom.

Back by the rear-plane restroom lobby, there was a swarthy-complected fellow, pacing around and checking his wristwatch.
I immediately threw-down on him, and pinned him to the carpet.

Me: What sort of nefarious hijacking event do you have planned, Hadji??

Him: Get off of me, you are crushing my windpipe!
Oh jebus...

lol, nice :)

Whats an exit visa

some countries require a visa to get in, some require one for their own people to leave.