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…As for what I personally am doing about it, well, I’m basically not flying. There have been a few times in the last couple of years that I could have flown somewhere, but chose to drive instead, mostly because I didn’t want to submit myself to the police state-like atmosphere in airports today…
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Wish I could do as much. Unfortunately my only son lives in Fla and taking a boat from the Dom Rep is not much of an option. So it turns out I have the pleasure of going through the “police-like atmosphere*” of your airports (be it Mia International or Ft. Lauderdale) a minimum of 4 to 5 times a year. And I fucking HATE it – not just because of how degrading it is on a personal basis but what I’ve seen done to other people. Never mind that some TSA bitch though it was a good idea to tear off the soles of a brand new pair of Nikes I was wearing because the “air puff” machine/box had detected “traces of explosives in them,” or them going through my laptop as if it was an UFO, nor that I can’t recall the last time I was let out through the ‘normal line’ instead of the gonad-massaging one – hey I have more than a fair command of the English language (which appears to bewilder them more, seeing my Spanish passport) and I can – and have – given some of them more that a fair bit of a piece of my mind. Guess I got lucky for I never suffered any additional punishment for doing so – and in all fairness, I even got a couple of apologies, But it really, really irks me to watch some clearly confused foreigner/tourist being barked at when it is obvious to see they have no clue what they are being told to do.
In fact I just got back from Orlando two weeks ago and while waiting in my now usual “terrarist” line (long and slow as hell, with only two agents tending to it), I befriended a Dutch fellow who was mad as hell – he told me that the only reason he comes to the US is business and that if it wasn’t for that he wouldn’t lay a foot in a US airport. Like me, he appears to be tagged for the “special” line but worse. Once, not long ago, while flying in from Germany, he was held for over six hours in an interrogation room where they tried to get him to confess that he was in the US for “agitative purposes” (whatever the fuck that means. He didn’t understand it either).
End result, they let him go after those six agonizing hours, as they couldn’t get him to confess to what he was obviously not about to do. Thing is, there’s really NOTHING you can do in the aftermath, as in the visa-waivers you sign (for countries that have treaties with the US – such as most/all of the EU) prior to entering the US it clearly says you renounce all of your national rights and defer to the Laws Of The Land.
Which means that I’ll keep getting my balls rubbed and my sneakers destroyed. And I should count myself lucky.
Ironically enough, once all that hell is done and over with, I actually LOVE being in the US. After all, it IS very much like a second home to me. Just so fucking sad to see how authority has gone wild and freedom has taken a back seat. Aaaah…how I long for the seventies! And not just because I had lots of hair back then.
*Great descriptor. I think US airports today must bear more than a passing resemblance to those in the days of the Iron Curtain.