Remember when the Press poked endless fun at Vice President Dan Quayle for misspelling the word “Potato” in front of a classroom full of kids?

Well, if you thought Dan Quayle was bad...

Yesterday, Hilllary Clinton’s State Department announced that they “could have” captured the suspicious Northwest Flt. 253 bomber before he boarded an airliner on Christmas Day, had it not been for one minor detail.  They misspelled his name.

Yep.  They misspelled his name.

It turns out that the underwear bomber’s problematic Visa status was actually listed in the security database, unlike the State Department previously reported.  That's the good news.  The bad news, of course, is that his name was misspelled by just one letter.

I mean, who can blame them?  Abdulmutallab is a difficult name to spell.  But then again, so is Mohamed Atta, Moussaoui, and oh yeah, OSAMA BIN LADEN.  I mean, doesn’t THAT guy spell his name with a “U” sometimes? …Usama bin Laden?  These people couldn’t find my cat if it was sitting in a paper bag on their desk.

Heads should have rolled over this senseless Security breach.  As it stands today, all of the Department heads in the Obama Administration maintain their cushy government posts.  And certainly none of these appointees in the disastrous chain of command appear to have the honor to fall on their sword and step aside so that someone more competent can step in to protect the American public.

Ladies and not-so-gentle people, the Obama Administration needs to wake up and smell the slightly weak, 30,000-ft. drip-brewed coffee.  These are the folks in charge of our personal security.  Our National security.  I don’t know about you, but it’s enough to make me want to clutch the airline sickness bag and flee for the emergency exit.

I have flown for years for my job, sometimes flying two, three, four times per week without batting a pretty eyelash.  But I, for one, haven’t flown since the holidays, and I plan to avoid it like the swine flu.   I’m under no disillusionment.  I realize I am one in a million faces to the TSA’s rented $8-an-hour wand-waving clowns, but I am a human life, after all, … One that deserves not to be snuffed out by a man hiding a bomb in his pants, simply because some overweight pencil pusher at State didn’t have the time to proof read their work.  I am at a loss.  All I can say is, may God bless the 2 million souls flying in the U.S. today.  They'll need it.