GERARD VAN DER LEUN looks at Delta’s latest cost-cutting move — no more ticket-jackets! — and observes: “I know I am far from alone when I say that after years of flying many times a year, often on a whim, I am now at the point where only the most powerful forces in life — love and death — can get me on a plane. It is not that the whole experience is uncomfortable, which it is, but that the process has become — through a Satanic collusion between the airlines and government — utterly dehumanizing. Bean-counters and bureaucrats have combined to create the one central experience of American life in which you are reduced to a hunk of meat.”