I wouldn't even mind if you insulted me. Dash my hopes. Crush my dreams. Seriously. After being ignored for so long, a form of Stockholm Syndrome sets in. Go ahead, tell me my idea sucks, say a typing ferret could do better, but say SOMETHING!!
These fictional men and women, who wear inappropriately tight-fitting spandex costumes and only exist in our imaginations, bring hope to millions of real people on a daily basis, and have become an integral part of American cultural life and identity.
It's bad news that people got stuck in airports, but we're losing sight of something. If you're stuck in an airport, it means you're privileged -- and wealthy -- enough to be flying in the first place.
There's firewood stacked under the whole idea of America -- a place where you're judged by what you can do, not by who your grandparents were. And the worst part is, this has nothing to do with left/right politics.