From the major Sacramento newspaper:
In a case that has grabbed headlines and hit the blogosphere on Thursday, Southwest Airlines earlier this week booted a Washington woman off a flight in Reno after she refused to cover up a T-shirt some considered to be in poor taste.
The cotton T in question played off the comedy film "Meet the Fockers," and featured black-and-white pictures of President Bush, Vice President Dick Cheney and Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice alongside the movie's title - with a strategically misplaced vowel....
Beth Harbin, a spokeswoman for the airline, said Thursday that it was not a case of stifling criticism of the president.
"It could've been a (T-shirt) of Michael Jackson - it doesn't matter," she said. It simply was, she said, that the language is not "appropriate for Southwest Airlines...."
Southwest calls it a "contract of carriage," and Page 10 of the document reads: "Carrier may refuse to transport" passengers whose "clothing is lewd, obscene or patently offensive."
Good for Southwest. I'm tired of encountering foul language in public.
Let's get something straight here, though. I've used foul language in my time. In the army (late 80's, perhaps it's changed now), if we didn't drop a few f-bombs, mention some fecal matter, or discuss sexual organs at least once a sentence, no one heard what we said. But that was within the confines of the army. Out in public we watched what we said, not wanting to offend "the locals" and make a bad name for the military. I still use foul language on the rarest of occasions, but certainly not where anyone but the intended recipient can hear.
So again, good for Southwest!