WTF, all around.

It seems there's some crazy stuff afoot in my usually quiet hometown.
In yesterday's Marietta Times, I read about two men charged in Marietta, Ohio with aiding terrorism. I also saw the story this morning on The Today Show.
Here's what I gather:
Radio Shack employees called the cops when two men bought nine pre-paid phones, "acted funny" and "refused to give their names" during the purchase. (Apparently, these are the types of phones that are often sent overseas and used to detonate roadside bombs and a Radio Shack spokeswoman said it is their policy to only sell three disposable phones to one customer at any time.)
When the men were pulled over for a traffic violation, airport security information and flight manifests were among the items found in their vehicle.
HOWEVER, today's Marietta Times has a different headline: Racial Profiling?
I don't even know what to think. I hope this is not an example of racial profiling and I also hope this is not a situation where a small town is assumed to be racist. Either way, it's prejudiced.
This is from yesterday's Washington Post as picked up from the AP.

We'll just have to wait and see how this unfolds.

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Now I'm going to start packing for the beach. I want to be ready to go because tomorrow The Mister and I leave way too early. Early enough that anything more than brushing my teeth is asking too much.
FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY. My dad just called and as I stated yesterday, he is going to drive me insane. Hell, he already is. Dads wanted to make sure he had my cell phone number and to give me the address of the beach house. (He also took it upon himself to berate me with how he's bringing salad dressing because it will be too expensive at the beach stores. Uhm, okay.) First, he had my cell number wrong (btw, it was the number HE FREAKIN' CALLED ME ON- WTF?), then he gave me the wrong address. I found out it was the wrong address when my phone rang immediately after I hung up with Dads. The new caller was my brother telling me Dads had the address all backwards.
Hmmmm, on second thought, maybe Dads won't drive me batty because unless luck is on his side, I can't imagine he's going to make it there on his own.
This is a man who has master's degrees in Chemistry AND Math, not to mention his masters in Academic Administration. I think my dad is Rain Man. And as The Mister said, "I'm sure your dad is brilliant, I just haven't witnessed it yet."