Standing up to them really took a lot out of me emotionally. I just don't have it in me, at least not today. So, whatever. they "searched" my bag. It was abot the level of search that happens in movie theaters when they're looking for the camera in my bag (and never find it). There are 3 parts of my backpack. I opened the largest one, the guy looked in with a little flashlight, and that was it. All I would have to do would be to hide the explosives in the other parts of the backpack. Or, hell, I talked to someone last night who said he had several grocery bags inside another bag. He pulled one of the grocery bags out, and the guy asked what he had in there. "Groceries." "Oh, okay." And none of the rest of those got searched.