Those befrocked, super-rich religious dudes who have issues with sex - no, not the Vatican, the trust-fund Islamists - have adopted the classic stoner technique of shoving the stash in the bush:

This is not the first time a ‘butt bomber’ has used the nether regions of their body to try and explode a suicide bomb. In a previous column of mine, I wrote about the would-be assassin of Saudi Arabia’s Prince Mohammed bin Nayef (head of Saudi Arabia’s counterterrorism efforts) who apparently decided in October 2009 to hide his bomb in his underwear, apparently believing that cultural taboos would prevent a search in that part of his body, according to a Saudi government official close to the investigation.

The consequences of these fundie-undies are grim:

Sadly, as I had written before, after this most recent Christmas Day incident with Northwest Airlines Flight 253, there are only two things that are going come out of yet another silly and tragic episode of ‘toilet terrorism’: 1) Airport screeners will probably now invest even more money to buy latex gloves and; 2) In addition to already removing half of our clothing at the airport, young brown six-foot-four Muslim males (like myself) who fit the ‘racial profile’ will probably have to spend a little more time at the airports ‘assuming the position’ and ’spreading our cheeks’ the next time that we want to board an airplane. Thanks a alot, Butt Bombers…

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