I am pitting the complete and utter tossers responsible for protecting the U.S. from terrorism.
Before I relate my experiences I want to say that I agree totally and utterly that America is seriously at risk from terrorists,both Islamic and homegrown and that the U.S. is totally correct to heavily increase its security, particulary at key points.
As a Brit.I’m used to searches and security checks over many decades arising from the often seemingly random terrorist atrocities committed by Irish Republicans killing newspaper sellers,people out shopping,pub goers,Bandsmen and other such oppressors of Irish freedom and latterly we have the Islamic terrorists up to the same activities.
So as I say I’m not a bleeding heart on the subject and it is not a new or even unusual experience for me or a good many other Brits for that matter.
I not too long ago entered the U.S. at Detroit,the U.S. government had already given me a visa waiver for entering the U.S. as they had had all of my details given on line while I was still in the U.K.
So I arrive there and quite happily get checked out by the sniffer dog and then I’m asked some questions about my purpose for entering the U.S.and destination,address etc. in the U.S. which I answer quite happily, promptly and without hesitation.
I don’t mind this even though the U.S. government already has this information,I could be someone impersonating me, or the information that they had been given might have been wrong and if I had a poor memory they might catch me out in a lie…
My case receives a quick search but nothing threatening is found.
So I’m passed on to the next one and he asks me the same questions,after all my story might have changed within the last forty seconds…
And then I’m extracted from the other passengers and directed to a search area where my case is basically trashed and the stuff left lying in a shitty heap for me to repack,several hundred dollars which have been removed from my handbaggage are left lying on a metal bench,
(hoping I’d fuck off quick and forget about it until I was on my connecting flight,in which case noone would know anything about when enquiries were made?Fat chance you obnoxious little prick!),
After this pathetic little clown had finished the search,his female colleague who wasn’t even supposed to be with him came over and tried to perform another search on the case, my jacket etc that he’d just been through but he realised that he was going a little too far stopped her.
Her animated excitement when she started her aborted search was totally bleeding obvious.She wasn’t doing it for security reasons she was doing it because it was giving her a thrill.
Likewise the male seemed to be enjoying his work a little bit too much and puffed up with his own self importance wasn’t in it.
Still it’ll teach me to be bigger then him and have more money won’t it?
He found a book about operations in Iraq and considered it suspect,though I’d bought it at the airport)and asked me such intelligent questions as…
“Whats this card?”
“What, the card with my photo on it and U.K. driving licence?”…
“Thats my driving licence…in the U.K.”
“Oh,what is all this paperwork?”
“Thats my travel insurance documents”
“So why have you got them with you?”
“If I need them,I can quote them and I can show them to whoever its necessary to,if they were back in England then I couldn’t”
After his indepth search of my wallet and paperwork he KNEW that I was a member of an official British special forces association so that I’d make a bloody unlikely anti American terrorist but he kept on anyway.
I suspect that he was probably an ex cook or some other ex Remf from the American forces and was acting out a fantasy of being a big,hard L.E.O.
God protect us from Walter Mitties with “Small mans mentality”
And after that I went through the metal detector,a Yank coming through at the same time after being searched said to me…
“We’ve just been fucking searched,do they think that someone just passed a bomb in the fucking search area?”
So if you r’e the short, obnoxious,balding, little,dark haired shit with a moustache and a Polish sounding name then I sincerely hope that you have to actually deal with a real life,suicidal terrorist in your immediate vicinity sometime soon,and goes for the pathetic little cow working alongside you.
And I think that I’ve probably just put the Kibosh on ever being allowed to reenter the U.S. for the forseeable future.