Read his plea here.

But at least they apologized for such shit.

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I'm not sure why I find it so satisfying, but I admire the guy who protested what he saw as unfair treatment by security by taking off all his clothes at the Portland Airport.

Slowly and calmly, the 49-year-old high-tech consultant took off all his clothes. Yes, even his socks… "He asked me to please not do this," John Brennan said. "He asked me to put my clothes on. I said I believed I had a right to be nude."

If you haven't yet, take a second to read Bethany Jean Clement's hilarious interview with Fran Lebowitz, who appears at Benaroya Hall tomorrow night with Dan Savage (tickets still available). It begins:

How are you today?
Compared to who?

There is one thing you should know before you take the stage with Dan Savage: He hates cigarettes.
Yes, well, this puts him in the vast majority of middle-class householders. I don’t expect to be able to smoke on the stage, so he has no concerns.

In Seattle, we have no subways, cabs drive excruciatingly slow, people are unfailingly polite, it’s really hard to find a good deli sandwich, and smoking is tantamount to murder.
This smoking thing—the suburbs have won. It’s a suburban idea, though this idea has extended all over the country, and not just this country.

Are you aware of polar fleece? We have a lot of that here.
I am aware of it, because certainly, you must be aware that the ideas of places like Seattle have spread. Okay? What’s wrong with New York is Seattle.

People here are very invested in snow sports…
Yes, I know, I saw the people who died the other day in an avalanche. This has not dissuaded them, apparently. This is not dangerous, but sitting next to someone in a bar who smokes is dangerous. So clearly, it’s not danger that people fear.

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For your afternoon distraction, Eddie Izzard (heart!) riffing on Darth Vader's trip to the Death Star canteen—animated in Legos!

"Did you dry these in a rain forest? Why, with the power of the Death Star, do we not have a tray that is fucking dry?!"

It's Charles Mudede vs. Dominic Holden in a DEATH MATCH.

She talks about Serge Gainsbourg and is playing tomorrow night at the Neptune.

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Imagine the kind of raucous elation that has seized the three-story cardboard box known as Stranger headquarters, then, that the feature this week is a proposal for Occupy Wall Street written by one LAWRENCE WESCHLER. I do not know how The Stranger "landed" such a big name in liberal journalism—he is the author of many lauded books on politics and art and was a staff writer for 21 years at the New Yorker—but I presume the particulars include a bottle of chloroform and some rubber tubing. Perhaps someone lied to Mr. Weschler about the circulation, prestige, and per-word pay of The Stranger? If this is the case, I expect a rather dramatic lawsuit to erupt on the day Mr. Weschler opens an envelope expecting a sizable check and finds only a pair of expired Arby's coupons and a deflated balloon.

Elsewhere in this week's issue... NEWS: Another tired light-rail density fight? Check. More reckless blathering about the "need" for later bar hours? Check. Hysterical antibusiness braying about the supposed evil of plastic bags? No one ever tires of that! And still more propaganda in support of unlawful behavior on behalf of Occupy protesters, including a new battle cry to head to Olympia, of all places... LOOSE LIPS: This new gossip column on the art page takes voyeuristic glee in the burning down of a restaurant, among other news... VISUAL ART: A shut-in is declared a genius, and photos of his filthy Kleenexes are displayed where anyone can see them—which is to say, the art coverage this week is more disgusting than usual... BOOKS and THEATER: Pretentious... CHOW: A dessert for children is given a long, loving treatment by The Stranger's second-most-inept writer... FILM: A love letter to puppets, of all things, scratched out by The Stranger's most inept writer... MUSIC: Oh, grow up... SPORTS BLOTTER: The schadenfreude-powered weekly roundup of crimes committed by athletes now includes a Non-Pedophile Coach of the Week Award, noxiously... SAVAGE LOVE: I'd rather look at those photographs of mucus-stained tissues again than read it.