Standing Up to the TSA
by Becky Akers
Almost overnight, the Transportation Security Administration (TSA) has gone from national joke to national nightmare. Passengers used to laugh when screeners so inept they missed 60—75% of the fake bombs undercover investigators smuggled past them nonetheless proclaimed themselves gods. No one’s laughing now, though, as the TSA ogles us with carcinogenic technology and sexually assaults anyone who objects.
Over 300 of the agency’s “naked” scanners lurk in 60-some airports nationwide, with more on the way; eventually, the agency will irradiate every passenger on every flight. These gizmos peer through clothing to photograph bodies in graphic detail. The TSA makes much of offering a “choice”: if you dislike posing nude for the government, its perverts will grope you instead — “prob[ing],” “prodding” and pushing “up your thighs and between your legs until we meet resistance” (and they don’t mean a slap in the face). You also suffer this indignity, even if you submit to the scan, should it reveal “anomalies” such as piercings or prostheses.
Are you still flying? Why? For your own protection and that of your children, for liberty’s sake, stay on the ground until Congress abolishes the TSA. No destination on earth or convenience in reaching it, no vacation, Thanksgiving dinner, meeting or sales trip, is worth the degradation the TSA is dishing out.