Obviously this is very, very fucked up.

On the other hand: I have a five year old. If he were detained at the airport and I later had to explain to him that it was because there was a bad guy with the same name, and they thought it might have been him, he'd be thrilled.

(Assuming that my blood pressure hadn't popped the top off my scalp first.)

A similar issue arose in Bloomington, Indiana not long ago. Here's how my college friend "Tall Steve" Volan, now a Bloomington City Councilman, dealt with it: by attending the Council meeting in a full-body chicken suit.

3. How do you stand on chickens in the city?

Standing on chickens is cruel, even in the county.

Link.