Whoopty shit is right!
I was searched by the Secret Service a few years ago, at Sturgis. I shared a stage at the Buffalo Chip with McCain during the 2008 campaign.
I locked up my .45 and folding knife on my bike before going through the checkpoint to go backstage, but the white-shirt took a challenge coin I had in my pocket (I got it back later). I asked him if he thought I was a ninja, going to throw that coin like a throwing star. He gave me the voucher and said "Thank you, sir."
I'm sure we were all much safer with that assault coin locked up safely in the Secret Service's custody.
Pocket knives and challenge coins. Whoopty shit.