The TSA is instituting even more rigorous patdowns.
No more of this “touching lightly with the back of the hand” nonsense.
At least at the bar the asshole would buy you a (possibly roofied) drink first to get you in the mood.
The TSA is instituting even more rigorous patdowns.
No more of this “touching lightly with the back of the hand” nonsense.
At least at the bar the asshole would buy you a (possibly roofied) drink first to get you in the mood.
I might have to start flying more.
Long as they buy me dinner afterward, I’m good.
As if it’s not bad enough that ICE has asked passengers on domestic flights for their ID. :mad::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad:
Nothing like watching your country go fascist in the name of “security”.
I’m sure the 'Merkin Geheime Staatspolizei are salivating as more human dignity is taken away and the rubes go along with it.
As Senator Padme Amidala might have said, “So this is how liberty dies…with thunderous applause, and a public groping.”
So, “Grab them by the pussy”, is now practiced as a national airport security policy?
TSA: “This is for your own protection, ladies!”
If you “opt-out” of the scanner that lets them take naked pictures of you, how are the fellas at the Tub Stacking Agency supposed to get their jollies?
You have to let them get a little over-the-pants action to keep them from falling asleep.
I don’t fly that much, but the new rules just make me want to book a flight and show up at the checkpoint wearing a kilt and going commando. Then wink at the agent doing the screening, maybe give him a little pelvic thrust as well.
Then when they let me out of detention, after the cavity search and 11-hour interrogation, I can laugh about it.
Even worse is that the passengers complied. They should have refused en mass.
I just came back from my latest trip to the US. Not only were the lines ridiculously long, the agent was the rudest I have ever seen. I had planned this trip long before the election, and it was too late to cancel. I am positively sorry to say that I won’t be back in a long time.
My family and friends will have to come see me.
On the bright side, Christmas in Europe and Summer in New Zealand sound a whole lot better now.
Oh, and now that EU and the US want to start a visa war, this is bound to get worse for my family.
I fly a lot for work and am in the TSA-Pre program. It still never fails that the scanner at my local air port dings when I go through it that I have been ‘randomly’ selected for extra screening. Sometimes the swabs for explosives, sometimes the pat-down.
Seriously. EVERY time. 100%. It doesn’t matter if I’m the only person in line or at some random spot in the first 30 or so. I’m the one that gets to step to the side.
I may have to start carrying flowers for my TSA dates.
I’ve gotten the [del]grope[/del] patdown every time I’ve flown out of Minneapolis in the past two years. It’s to the point where I just assume the position after I walk out of the scanner. Same place, too…wonder if there’s a coinkidink.
I wonder if handing out travelpacks of K-Y Jelly to my government-issue gropers would be appreciated?
I see a serious business opportunity here to create an Uber-like flight-hailing service, using an app to hail a private pilot with a 2- or 4-seater plane to take you somewhere. Flights will typically be from one small country-style airport to another, far away from the madding crowds and TSA.
To be sure, there are some very restrictive FAA rules to be accommodated (or ignored), but I’m sure that under-the-table payments can be arranged.
“Once tyranny is perceived as ordinary, it becomes assured.”
– David Mitchell
Sadly, that says more about my dates than it does about the TSA.
But keep them under 3oz.
So they’re going back to what they used to do?
In 2002, not long after 9/11, I got the dreaded “SSSS” on my boarding pass, out of Sea-Tac to Toronto. I was made to stand like Christ on the cross for about ten minutes. After about five minutes, with nobody appearing to care, I dropped my arms. They were tired.
“Arms back up!” shouted a security guard. The arms went back up, but they sagged a little…
While I was standing like Jesus Christ, they were going through my wallet. Being Canadian, I had Canadian currency in it (cab fare for when I got back to Toronto). They pulled it out, all $C100 or so. Also the $US160 or so that I had. It was the 80c in Canadian Tire money that puzzled them. They also pulled out all my credit cards, driver’s license, membership cards to various organizations, and my Ontario Health Card, which they puzzled over for five minutes. (“This gives you free health care? Seriously?” one guard asked.) The inspection of my wallet, and questioning on what it contained, was a gross violation, IMHO, of my Fourth Amendment rights.
Then, the open-palmed groping of my body. Hell, my tailor doesn’t get that personal. All in public, in front of others who were boarding my flight.
It was humiliating. It was unnecessary. And now, it seems, it’s back.
And the Travel industry wonders why business is down.