TSA Naked Day
By Dave Hitt on Nov 18, 2010 | In Big Brother, Police State, Politics | 13 Comments
Since it was formed The Theatrical Security Agency has been trying to figure out just how much crap Americans will tolerate before they say “screw it, I’m driving.” They have heaped inconvenience upon stupidity upon insult upon indignantly, and still we keep flying. But they may have finally achieved their goal with their full body scanners and the alternative pat down, which gives you a choice between being an amateur porn star or being or being sexually molested by a ham handed uniformed pervert.
People are finally saying “enough!” At least, some people are. (I just saw someone on Facebook cheering the new policy. Where do these gutless drones breed?) There have been some protests and lawsuit threats, and there is a planed Opt Out day – the day before Thanksgiving. But the guy promoting Opt-Out day says get the pat-down instead – which is a mistake. We need to opt out of the nude photos AND the pat down, and gum the works up as much as possible.
But there may be better approaches. Not surprisingly, I have a few suggestions.
One for men only: Consider that many of the TSA agents are wannabe cops who took the job to prove they’re tough manly men. Refuse the pictures, then during the pat down go all Big Gay Al on them. Twitch and moan with delight at each touch. When he touches your privates fake a big, and very loud, orgasm.
One for Adolescents: Find a freedom loving police officer (they’re extremely rare, but are rumored to exist) and an adventurous friend your own age. One of you goes through the scanner, the other goes for the pat down. Have the officer immediately arrest the scanner operator for kiddie porn and the TSA drone doing the pat down for molestation.
Neither of those are likely to be very effective, so here’s one for everybody: Since the TSA wants to see us naked, let’s give them what they want. Let’s pick a date, preferably a busy time. Rather than muck up everyone’s travel on the day before Thanksgiving, do it on the Sunday afterward, when people are coming home. Not only won’t they mind the inconvenience as much, but they’ll be tired and grumpy and stuffed and looking about as bad as they ever look, which is an important part of the plan.
On Sunday, November 28, everyone who steps in line for the check in should immediately remove every single piece of clothing.
If you think this might be titillating, the next time you’re in a crowd take a good look at the people around you. How may would you honestly like to see naked – maybe 5%? What about the remaining 95%? How about that old guy with the man boobs (like me)? How about that old lady whose breasts are peaking out under the hem of her skirt and whose legs look like a map of the NYC subway system? What about that morbidly obese woman who’s entire body jiggles and ripples with each step, making it look like she’s smuggling a dozen enormous water balloons? How much would you pay to avoid seeing any of them naked?
Now imagine a room full of people looking like that, all standing buck naked and demanding pat down’s instead of body scans. Imagine the look on the face of the TSA agents as they run from the room, trying to keep their lunch down.
These government officials want theater? Then let’s give them the nude scene from Hair, but instead of attractive young actors let them deal with an endless line of naked people who no one wants to see nude.
And then do it again the following Sunday. And the Sunday after that. And keep doing it until most of the agents decide that any job, even getting carts in the rain in the Target parking lot, is a better career choice.