Warning: This is not a humorous post.
I love democracy. I love our constitution. I love the aspects of our country and our culture that allow the many voices to join together for change. I don’t like it when the voices are owned by shortsighted idiots.
We live in a dangerous world. Gone are the good old days of war by the rules. Even a loose set of rules. Thanks to the advances in technology that allow you to read this from anywhere in the world, small groups of unstable people can communicate over vast spaces and wreak their own particular kind of havoc on the unsuspecting.
This brings me to the TSA. I travel through airports fairly regularly and my experience with the TSA workers has been positive. I frankly think they do a very good job in a very difficult situation. I am repeatedly amazed at the stupidity and self-centered attitude of a good percentage of the traveling public. That could be a whole other post. What I’m disgusted with today is the TSA’s caving in on the “pat down” of children. A few over protective, tofu munching, Montessori schooling, touchy feeling mommies don’t want their babies checked out for explosives. Well excuuuuuuse me! Then why don’t you teach the little high self-esteem snot rats to stand still in a scanner! Guess what yoga mommy, air travel is not a constitutionally protected right. It’s a business. I for one would like to know that your precious little baby who’s carrying a big ol’ load in their Pampers, smells from the purried yams he just ate and not the smell of a half-pound of C4!
These pampered crybabies are just aghast that anyone would think that little Princess Poopypants could do anything terrorist related. I agree that she couldn’t because she is a child. However, mommy and daddy and uncle Timothy McVeigh are a different story. Do you think somebody like McVeigh cared that children died in Oklahoma city.
Look at his face. He’s a nice looking boy next door just like every other tourist. If he was next to you in line you’d probably exchange Facebook information and become friends. (Yes, I know he’s dead.)
This also applies to grandma in the wheelchair. C4 would fit nicely in her seat cushion.
So if a nice friendly non-arab looking guy is going through the line with his wiggly kid and the TSA screener would like a closer look, just remember this picture and quit your whining!
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