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TSA - "Total Sexual Assault"

The more I hear about the TSA porno scanners and their crotch-grabbing "enhanced pat downs," the more nervous I am about flying out to England in December. Because you know what? I am not okay with a wage slave in a booth looking at a ghostly image of me in my altogether. I am not willing to just trust them when they say that all the images are immediately deleted. I am also not okay with a TSA agent touching my breasts or my lady bits. No one but me, my husband, or my doctor gets access to those. And for the record, I am likewise not okay with a TSA agent touching my husband's junk. Period.

I got patted down once in Heathrow airport. It didn't bother me. The security agent also assiduously avoided my naughty bits. And contrary to popular belief, I did not in fact blow up our flight home that year. Imagine that.

Making us take off our shoes and throw away our water bottles was already pointless security theater, trying to thwart specific attacks that had already been thwarted. This is a step beyond security theater. For most of us, this is an exceptionally creepy, upsetting invasion of privacy. For those who are survivors of sexual assault, it's nothing short of inhumane.

I agree with Janiece. This is the point where we all tug our shirts straight and get some Captain in us. And by that, as she said, I mean Captain Picard:

We've made too many compromises already, too many retreats. They invade our space, and we fall back...Not again. The line must be drawn here! This far and no further!

I don't know what the environment of the DIA security checkpoint is going to be like in December. I don't know if they have the naked picture show installed there, or if they'll be insisting on the grope fest if you look at them funny. Maybe I'll get lucky and the giant, loud protest over this government-sanctioned assault will just get bigger and louder and it'll all be fixed by the time I'm flying. But I'm not counting on it. I'm already planning to be at the airport several hours earlier than normal, in case I feel it necessary to make a scene. So if I'm absent for Pat's amazing teeny sausages wrapped in bacon at Christmas this year, this little corner of the internet will know why.

I love Mike's family, and I love our friends in Brighton, and I want to see them. But the price for that should not be letting a stranger stick their hand in my crotch.

If you need a little levity to get around all the sexual assault, here's Next Animation's take on the issue. I don't recommend watching it while drinking anything.


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Nov. 19th, 2010 09:16 pm (UTC)
No, I'm pretty sure the first individual who attempts to grope me is going to court for sexual assault. I have a rather large amount of tolerance for the terrorist schtick, this has gone well beyond it. I am not going to blow up a plane and kill hundres of innocent people. If you don't believe me it becomes your problem. Keep your hands off me. Period.
Nov. 19th, 2010 11:47 pm (UTC)
There is a significant problem when the government starts to treat the average citizen that they're guilty, and this has gone well beyond that. It also deeply saddens me that the left is not only taking the same "we'll pay any price to be safe" tack that Bush beat into our skulls, but have taken it to this much of an extreme.

Time to start a new political party. The Get Your Hands Off My Junk Party.
Nov. 20th, 2010 08:46 pm (UTC)
Last night I "patted down" my husband TSA-style in way of explanation as to why I am not flying anywhere near America until flying no longer includes being groped in inappropriate places. I sincerely hope, but will not be holding my breath, that my as-yet unborn child will be able to visit my hometown someday.
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