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Government Perverts At It Again-Conning Slaves

by Becky Akers

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Seems John “The Perv” Pistole, chief deviant at the Transportation Security Administration (TSA), “wants to hear our [ideas]” on “transportation security.”

Indeed.

Haven’t outraged passengers shrieked ideas a-plenty at airports as The Perv’s underlings sexually abuse them? Yet this sociopath not only ignores the clamor, he refuses to change “screening procedures” however heartrending those shrieks become.

So his “remarks to the American Bar Association in January” broke all records for hypocrisy and deceit: The Perv “expressed a need to formulate a vision for transportation security,” – oh, good grief – “mentioning a trusted traveler program as an option under consideration and expressing an openness to other suggestions. ‘If people have ideas, he wants to hear them because he’s looking at ways to make changes,’ a T.S.A. spokesman” lied.

Well, Perv, since you asked …

My vision – and it’s a modest one, I grant you – my vision is simply to fly. I wanna take off into the wild blue yonder rather than onto highways clogged with “workers” digging holes while others fill them courtesy of the ARRA; I yearn to enjoy the scenery from above the clouds instead of from behind a tractor-trailer plodding uphill in the only lane still open thanks to Keynesian “construction.”

But to achieve my vision, we’ll have to abolish your unconstitutional agency, Perv. As an allegedly free woman in an allegedly free country, I refuse to submit to gate-rape to board a plane. Free women are picky about costs, too. We expect to pay the airlines alone, in money alone, for our flights: no rewarding your goons, too, with our humiliation. That’s why abolishing—Perv? Yo, Perv, are you listening?

I didn’t think so. The Perv doesn’t want to hear my ideas or anyone else’s. Last month’s sham had nothing to do with gleaning suggestions; even an amoeba could come up with safer, more efficient ways to secure aviation than the TSA has.

No, The Perv hoped instead to paint a smiley face on utter and brutal tyranny. He was trying to convince us against all evidence that he’s the public’s servant, not our master, that he’s simply protecting us as we’ve asked him to do, not subjugating us while mocking our slavery.

Acting as if our opinions matter is only one of Our Rulers’ ploys. The TSA, its über-bureaucracy the Department of Homeland Security, and the government as a whole are hurtling ahead on said subjugation – all while pretending that we control our own destinies and even theirs.

Take the new software the TSA’s “testing” on its porno-scanners at 3 of the 78 airports they infest. An agency we’ve caught inlie after lie claims that this innovation “enhances privacy by eliminating passenger-specific images and instead auto-detects potential threat items and indicates their location on a generic outline of a person.” For life-forms more advanced than bureaucrats, that translates from the Jargon as, “The TSA’s voyeurs will no longer salivate over your naked body; instead, they’ll see the same stick-figure regardless of whom they’re irradiating, with red boxes highlighting any explosives you terrorists try to carry aboard.”

The agency further promises that the “generic outline of a person … will appear on a monitor attached to” the porno-scanner, so “a separate TSA officer will no longer be required to view the image in a remotely-located viewing room.” Right. And of course none of those Peeping Toms will mourn the demise of their “viewing room” when a lovely lass approaches the porno-scanner, nor try to re-activate its “remotely-located” screen, now, will they?

Yet The Perv “believe[s]” the software “addresses the privacy issues” – as though he’d recognize a “privacy issue” if it walked up and knocked him on his keister.

“Privacy issues” were only one of our objections to the porno-scanners. The gizmos also emit rays that endanger our health; one of the two technologies is carcinogenic, while the other is so new no one knows its exact effect on human flesh. The Perv’s software does squat about “addressing” this “issue.” Indeed, all it does is what his faux solicitation of ideas did: sugar-coat dictatorship.

Another layer in that toxic coating comes from The Perv’s endorsement of “a trusted traveler program” or “tiered screening.” That’s the Jargon for “Ha, ha! Let’s persuade some of the peons to pay us, above and beyond the taxes we already steal, to spy on them and authorize our collecting even more data on their finances and friends than we do now – but all they get for this expense and invasion of privacy is faster groping! Yes! We still ogle and sexually assault them, but we call them to the head of the line so they don’t have to wait as long.”

“Tiered screening” has kicked around – and been kicked around – for a while. Formerly known as “Registered Traveler” (RT), it seemed like the market’s response to the agony the TSA inflicts: in exchange for an annual fee and scads of personal information, private companies promised to speed members through the security circus. The TSA’s thugs still frisked you as though you were entering prison, not a plane, but you jumped the queue thanks to RT’s “dedicated checkpoint lane.” (Which earned the concept and companies enormous scorn from socialists.)

But the market inspired RT about as much as it did Karl Marx. RT was in reality a “public-private partnership” (Jargon for “fascism“) between businesses and the TSA. So a bureaucracy devoted to delaying passengers set the rules for and supervised the companies endeavoring to speed patrons through the nonsense. The TSA allowed only about 20 airports to offer RT lanes, and they weren’t always the busiest: Chicago’s O’Hare didn’t participate, but Indianapolis International did. And whatever convenience the companies devised for customers paying several hundred dollars per year, the TSA nixed. No wonder RT never succeeded.

Then RT’s leading vendor crashed. Verified Identity Pass had begun hustling folks through Orlando International Airport in 2005, only for the TSA to thwart it time and again. It reorganized once but finally died in 2009.

Intriguingly, now that it’s driven VIP and its competitors out of business, the TSA is gung-ho to run the program it refused to accommodate. So is the International Civil Aviation Organization, “a United Nations body.” Why share the profits? And why are we not surprised?

The Feds have made sexual molestation a condition of travelling by air in the United States; they’re working on making it a condition of travel, period. There is no more graphic or heart-stopping proof of the despotism devouring the country. Meanwhile, the State dramatically out-guns us: it can coerce us to anything it likes – rape, torture, murder, betrayal of family and friends, secrecy about its depredations. So why do Our Rulers fool with charades like The Perv’s quest for ideas, or software to “address privacy issues,” or the illusion of “trusted [oh, the irony!] travellers”?

Because Boobus Americanus happily hugs his chains so long as his masters feign that he’s in charge.

February 12, 2011

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Can Jesse Ventura force a TSA submission?

Things have come to a pretty pass if our best hope is a former pro wrestler’s lawsuit against the TSA‘s violations of privacy

Jennifer Abel guardian.co.uk,

Tuesday 1 February 2011 14.48 GMT Article history

In this 1999 file photo, then-Minnesota governor Jesse Ventura presents his first state of the state address at the state capitol in St Paul. Photograph: Tom Olmscheid/AP

Desperation is when once-proud and free Americans like me are reduced to pleading, “Save us, Jesse Ventura, you’re our only hope.”

It’s over three months now since the unelected political appointees heading the TSA made their sexually abusive Hobson’s choice mandatory for American airline customers: either step through a scanner whose potentially cancerous radiation lets TSA agents view your nude body, or adopt guilty-criminal, hands-in-the-air poses, while agents grope you head to toe, genitalia included.

Two months since Homeland Security Secretary Janet Napolitano suggested expanding this to all forms of mass transit. Eight weeks since the House of Representatives voted 417 to 3 in favour of House Resolution 28, supporting exactly that TSA expansion. And mere days since Barack Obama joked about the patdowns in his state of the union address. (Easy for him to laugh, as one of the privileged few exempt from the humiliations TSA imposes on his countrymen.)

What about the rest of us Americans? I’m one who insists, along with others, “We won’t fly”, so long as TSA abuse remains part of the experience. Yet much of the media insists that makes us stubbornly selfish at best, prudishly insane at worst.

Then, there’s Jesse Ventura, the former pro wrestler and Reform party governor of Minnesota. He doesn’t belong to the “boycott flying”contingent; indeed, he flies several times each week in order to host his TV show, Conspiracy Theory. But Ventura, like millions of Americans, has health problems that force him to rely on medical implants or prosthetics – in his case, a titanium hip replacement that’s set offmetal detectors ever since he got it in 2008.

Ventura had no objections when the TSA used a handheld wand to clear him through security, but that changed with the “nude-scan or grope-down” policy last autumn. So, on 25 January 2011, he filed a lawsuit against Homeland Security and TSA for violating his fourth amendment rights against unreasonable search and seizure, claiming the patdowns “exposed him to humiliation and degradation through unwanted touching, gripping and rubbing of the intimate areas of his body.”

No comment from the TSA, though, a few days later, Administrator John Pistole made the unrelated announcement he won’t allow any moreairports to opt out of TSA staffing.

Though they did blink last Thanksgiving eve, when the National Opt-Out Day protest was scheduled; the plan called for fliers to refuse the scanners en masse, so the TSA turned them off at major airports. Then, spokeswoman Ann Davis gloated over her “overall sense that passengers seem to be opting out of Opt Out.” The agency has since refused all freedom of information requests demanding to know why those allegedly essential security procedures were ignored on Opt-Out Day.

Meanwhile, we learned that the scanners can’t discern between “plastic explosives” and “human flesh”. The TSA has yet to find a single terrorist, though they have no difficulty detecting menstruating women, or cancer patients with colostomy bags, or prosthetic breasts.

When gropings make small children scream in terror, TSA director James Marchand advised agents, “If you can come up with some kind of a game to play with a child, it makes it a lot easier” – advice, akin to paedophile “grooming”, which has caused alarm among sex abuse experts.

The lawsuits keep coming; the TSA keeps losing, yet the agency presses ever forward rather than backing down. It’s too early to predict how Ventura’s lawsuit will be decided, although the TSA hasn’t been faring well in court lately: last week, Phil Mocek was acquitted of the four charges the TSA brought against him after he (legally) videotaped agents at work and refused to show his ID. TSA’s case was so weak,Mocek’s defence didn’t even need to call witnesses. Two weeks before that, the TSA settled another lawsuit brought by Lynsie Murley, after agents in Texas allegedly pulled down her blouse, exposing her breasts to all, then teased her about it.

American taxpayers – who actually paid for that settlement – weren’t told how much it was for. TSA spokesman Luis Casanova also refused to name the agents responsible, but did say they hadn’t been fired or disciplined. “When a settlement is reached, there is no disciplinary action,” Casanova said. “It’s a no-fault kind of settlement.”

It always is where the TSA’s concerned.

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Your “Democratically Elected” government is Now Placing People Who Object to Naked Scanners and Being Felt Up On a Secret Domestic Extremist List

Homeland Security and Transportation Security Administration Now List People As Domestic Extremist

Unbalanced Passions
November 29, 2010

It does not surprise me that the Obama Administration responds to the backlash against the unconstitutional fourth amendment violating TSA screening measures by blacklisting air travelers who object to the over reaching intrusive searches at the airports. They are trying to send a chilling effect not to protest the TSA groping and body scanners that has the public in an uproar.

Will they add them to a list were you can not buy a new car .apply for employment or do business.Will people be put on this list that will make life hard to function because the government has blackballed people who objected to the abusive TSA.These secretive list shows the abusive executive branch bypassing the courts and due process blacklisting their political enemies and opposition.

Is this the emperor striking back against the American people he wants to subjugate?He wants us to conform to his tyrannical world view.Will there be a second wave of a push back of the people against an imperial executive branch because we can not grow our own food and might not be able to buy from the local supermarket because Homeland security has blackballed someone who dares speak out against this President.

We must not allow this to chill us from standing up for our rights.We should not be able to make the decision between protesting the government and keeping the powers the be happy so my kids will be fed and keep a roof over their head by staying silent going along to get along. The consequences of inaction are far more severe than the price standing up and being free.Use them or lose them. We are not domestic extremist.We just want to be left alone.

http://www.infowars.com/homeland-security-and-transportation-security-administration-now-list-people-as-domestic-extremist/


TSA feels inside underwear of female ABC News employee

Tuesday, November 23, 2010
by Mike Adams, the Health Ranger
Editor of NaturalNews.com

http://www.naturalnews.com/030492_TSA_underwear.html

(NaturalNews) TSA agents, always looking to increase their reach (quite literally), are now reaching down the pants and into the underwear of female travelers. This is what happened to an ABC News employee, who described the experience as “worse than going to the gynecologist.”

In an ABC News story, this ABC News employee went on to say, “It was embarrassing. It was demeaning. It was inappropriate.” (http://abcnews.go.com/Travel/tsa-re…)

TSA head says everything’s great!

TSA head John Pistole, however, said the current system is working just as it was intended to work, and he refuses to back down on any changes (http://www.bloomberg.com/news/2010-…). This means travelers can expect to continue to be subjected to these ionizing radiation scans (naked body scanners) as well as obscene X-rated pat-downs for the foreseeable future.

Apparently, the TSA feels it is entirely appropriate to feel your crotch, palm your breasts and even reach into your pants — and you’re supposed to just sit there and tolerate all this like good little sheeple.

In doing this, however, they are offending not just the patriots and freedom-oriented people in America; they’re also feeling up members of the press! And that’s a huge mistake because now all of a sudden the mainstream media is realizing this is no joke. This molestation of passengers is happening to them, too!

Suddenly it’s all very “real” to the MSM, you see. In their minds, it’s not just a bunch of conspiracy theorists yacking about this; now it’s an ABC News employee. Now they know this is really happening, and it’s really terrorizing innocent Americans who are merely trying to travel.

This is why I like Ron Paul‘s suggestion (http://naturalnews.tv/v.asp?v=29ADB…). Let’s all just subject members of Congress to these obscene TSA pat-downs and see how they like it, eh? Let’s see if Senator Harry Reid wants to have some low-pay-grade TSA agent shoving his hands down his underwear and feeling up his junk, just like the rest of us must endure.

And what about the U.S. President, his wife and his children? Are they immune to these same obscene pat-downs being offered by the TSA? If so, doesn’t that mean we’re back to a society where the “commoners” are treated like criminals, but the political elite are given special exceptions to this treatment? (Echoes of living under the King of England, anyone?)

This has all clearly gone too far. It’s time to voice your opposition to this madness and stand firm on your Fourth Amendment rights which protect us from “unreasonable searches and seizures.”

Having TSA agents shove their hands down our pants is clearly unreasonable. It is the kind of action that might be fully expected under a police state, but certainly not in the “land of the free.”

Sources for this story include:
http://abcnews.go.com/Travel/tsa-re…


Facism Comes To America-More Of The Beginning Of The End

Coffee, Tea, or Should We Feel Your Pregnant Wife’s Breasts Before Throwing You in a Cell at the Airport and Then Lying About Why We Put You There?

by Nicholas Monahan

This morning I’ll be escorting my wife to the hospital, where the doctors will perform a caesarean section to remove our first child. She didn’t want to do it this way – neither of us did – but sometimes the Fates decide otherwise. The Fates or, in our case, government employees.

On the morning of October 26th Mary and I entered Portland International Airport, en route to the Las Vegas wedding of one of my best friends. Although we live in Los Angeles, we’d been in Oregon working on a film, and up to that point had had nothing but praise to shower on the city of Portland, a refreshing change of pace from our own suffocating metropolis.

At the security checkpoint I was led aside for the “inspection” that’s all the rage at airports these days. My shoes were removed. I was told to take off my sweater, then to fold over the waistband of my pants. My baseball hat, hastily jammed on my head at 5 AM, was removed and assiduously examined (“Anything could be in here, sir,” I was told, after I asked what I could hide in a baseball hat. Yeah. Anything.) Soon I was standing on one foot, my arms stretched out, the other leg sticking out in front of me à la a DUI test. I began to get pissed off, as most normal people would. My anger increased when I realized that the newly knighted federal employees weren’t just examining me, but my 7½ months pregnant wife as well. I’d originally thought that I’d simply been randomly selected for the more excessive than normal search. You know, Number 50 or whatever. Apparently not though – it was both of us. These are your new threats, America: pregnant accountants and their sleepy husbands flying to weddings.

After some more grumbling on my part they eventually finished with me and I went to retrieve our luggage from the x-ray machine. Upon returning I found my wife sitting in a chair, crying. Mary rarely cries, and certainly not in public. When I asked her what was the matter, she tried to quell her tears and sobbed, “I’m sorry…it’s…they touched my breasts…and…” That’s all I heard. I marched up to the woman who’d been examining her and shouted, “What did you do to her?” Later I found out that in addition to touching her swollen breasts – to protect the American citizenry – the employee had asked that she lift up her shirt. Not behind a screen, not off to the side – no, right there, directly in front of the hundred or so passengers standing in line. And for you women who’ve been pregnant and worn maternity pants, you know how ridiculous those things look. “I felt like a clown,” my wife told me later. “On display for all these people, with the cotton panel on my pants and my stomach sticking out. When I sat down I just lost my composure and began to cry. That’s when you walked up.”

Of course when I say she “told me later,” it’s because she wasn’t able to tell me at the time, because as soon as I demanded to know what the federal employee had done to make her cry, I was swarmed by Portland police officers. Instantly. Three of them, cinching my arms, locking me in handcuffs, and telling me I was under arrest. Now my wife really began to cry. As they led me away and she ran alongside, I implored her to calm down, to think of the baby, promising her that everything would turn out all right. She faded into the distance and I was shoved into an elevator, a cop holding each arm. After making me face the corner, the head honcho told that I was under arrest and that I wouldn’t be flying that day – that I was in fact a “menace.”

It took me a while to regain my composure. I felt like I was one of those guys in The Gulag Archipelago who, because the proceedings all seem so unreal, doesn’t fully realize that he is in fact being arrested in a public place in front of crowds of people for…for what? I didn’t know what the crime was. Didn’t matter. Once upstairs, the officers made me remove my shoes and my hat and tossed me into a cell. Yes, your airports have prison cells, just like your amusement parks, train stations, universities, and national forests. Let freedom reign.

After a short time I received a visit from the arresting officer. “Mr. Monahan,” he started, “Are you on drugs?”

Was this even real? “No, I’m not on drugs.”

“Should you be?”

“What do you mean?”

“Should you be on any type of medication?”

“No.”

“Then why’d you react that way back there?”

You see the thinking? You see what passes for reasoning among your domestic shock troops these days? Only “whackos” get angry over seeing the woman they’ve been with for ten years in tears because someone has touched her breasts. That kind of reaction – love, protection – it’s mind-boggling! “Mr. Monahan, are you on drugs?” His snide words rang inside my head. This is my wife, finally pregnant with our first child after months of failed attempts, after the depressing shock of the miscarriage last year, my wife who’d been walking on a cloud over having the opportunity to be a mother…and my anger is simply unfathomable to the guy standing in front of me, the guy who earns a living thanks to my taxes, the guy whose family I feed through my labor. What I did wasn’t normal. No, I reacted like a drug addict would’ve. I was so disgusted I felt like vomiting. But that was just the beginning.

An hour later, after I’d been gallantly assured by the officer that I wouldn’t be attending my friend’s wedding that day, I heard Mary’s voice outside my cell. The officer was speaking loudly, letting her know that he was planning on doing me a favor… which everyone knows is never a real favor. He wasn’t going to come over and help me work on my car or move some furniture. No, his “favor” was this: He’d decided not to charge me with a felony.

Think about that for a second. Rapes, car-jackings, murders, arsons – those are felonies. So is yelling in an airport now, apparently. I hadn’t realized, though I should have. Luckily, I was getting a favor, though. I was merely going to be slapped with a misdemeanor.

“Here’s your court date,” he said as I was released from my cell. In addition, I was banned from Portland International for 90 days, and just in case I was thinking of coming over and hanging out around its perimeter, the officer gave me a map with the boundaries highlighted, sternly warning me against trespassing. Then he and a second officer escorted us off the grounds. Mary and I hurriedly drove two and a half hours in the rain to Seattle, where we eventually caught a flight to Vegas. But the officer was true to his word – we missed my friend’s wedding. The fact that he’d been in my own wedding party, the fact that a once in a lifetime event was stolen from us – well, who cares, right?

Upon our return to Portland (I’d had to fly into Seattle and drive back down), we immediately began contacting attorneys. We aren’t litigious people – we wanted no money. I’m not even sure what we fully wanted. An apology? A reprimand? I don’t know. It doesn’t matter though, because we couldn’t afford a lawyer, it turned out. $4,000 was the average figure bandied about as a retaining fee. Sorry, but I’ve got a new baby on the way. So we called the ACLU, figuring they existed for just such incidents as these. And they do apparently…but only if we were minorities. That’s what they told us.

In the meantime, I’d appealed my suspension from PDX. A week or so later I got a response from the Director of Aviation. After telling me how, in the aftermath of 9/11, most passengers not only accept additional airport screening but welcome it, he cut to the chase:

“After a review of the police report and my discussions with police staff, as well as a review of the TSA’s report on this incident, I concur with the officer’s decision to take you into custody and to issue a citation to you for disorderly conduct. That being said, because I also understand that you were upset and acted on your emotions, I am willing to lift the Airport Exclusion Order….”

Attached to this letter was the report the officer had filled out. I’d like to say I couldn’t believe it, but in a way, I could. It’s seemingly becoming the norm in America – lies and deliberate distortions on the part of those in power, no matter how much or how little power they actually wield.

The gist of his report was this: From the get go I wasn’t following the screener’s directions. I was “squinting my eyes” and talking to my wife in a “low, forced voice” while “excitedly swinging my arms.” Twice I began to walk away from the screener, inhaling and exhaling forcefully. When I’d completed the physical exam, I walked to the luggage screening area, where a second screener took a pair of scissors from my suitcase. At this point I yelled, “What the %*&$% is going on? This is &*#&$%!” The officer, who’d already been called over by one of the screeners, became afraid for the TSA staff and the many travelers. He required the assistance of a second officer as he “struggled” to get me into handcuffs, then for “cover” called over a third as well. It was only at this point that my wife began to cry hysterically.

There was nothing poetic in my reaction to the arrest report. I didn’t crumple it in my fist and swear that justice would be served, promising to sacrifice my resources and time to see that it would. I simply stared. Clearly the officer didn’t have the guts to write down what had really happened. It might not look too good to see that stuff about the pregnant woman in tears because she’d been humiliated. Instead this was the official scenario being presented for the permanent record. It doesn’t even matter that it’s the most implausible sounding situation you can think of. “Hey, what the…godammit, they’re taking our scissors, honey!” Why didn’t he write in anything about a monkey wearing a fez?

True, the TSA staff had expropriated a pair of scissors from our toiletries kit – the story wasn’t entirely made up. Except that I’d been locked in airport jail at the time. I didn’t know anything about any scissors until Mary told me on our drive up to Seattle. They’d questioned her about them while I was in the bowels of the airport sitting in my cell.

So I wrote back, indignation and disgust flooding my brain.

“[W]hile I’m not sure, I’d guess that the entire incident is captured on video. Memory is imperfect on everyone’s part, but the footage won’t lie. I realize it might be procedurally difficult for you to view this, but if you could, I’d appreciate it. There’s no willful disregard of screening directions. No explosion over the discovery of a pair of scissors in a suitcase. No struggle to put handcuffs on. There’s a tired man, early in the morning, unhappily going through a rigorous procedure and then reacting to the tears of his pregnant wife.”

Eventually we heard back from a different person, the guy in charge of the TSA airport screeners. One of his employees had made the damning statement about me exploding over her scissor discovery, and the officer had deftly incorporated that statement into his report. We asked the guy if he could find out why she’d said this – couldn’t she possibly be mistaken? “Oh, can’t do that, my hands are tied. It’s kind of like leading a witness – I could get in trouble, heh heh.” Then what about the videotape? Why not watch that? That would exonerate me. “Oh, we destroy all video after three days.”

Sure you do.

A few days later we heard from him again. He just wanted to inform us that he’d received corroboration of the officer’s report from the officer’s superior, a name we didn’t recognize. “But…he wasn’t even there,” my wife said.

“Yeah, well, uh, he’s corroborated it though.”

That’s how it works.

“Oh, and we did look at the videotape. Inconclusive.”

But I thought it was destroyed?

On and on it went. Due to the tenacity of my wife in making phone calls and speaking with relevant persons, the “crime” was eventually lowered to a mere citation. Only she could have done that. I would’ve simply accepted what was being thrown at me, trumped up charges and all, simply because I’m wholly inadequate at performing the kowtow. There’s no way I could have contacted all the people Mary did and somehow pretend to be contrite. Besides, I speak in a low, forced voice, which doesn’t elicit sympathy. Just police suspicion.

Weeks later at the courthouse I listened to a young DA awkwardly read the charges against me – “Mr. Monahan…umm…shouted obscenities at the airport staff…umm… umm…oh, they took some scissors from his suitcase and he became…umm…abusive at this point.” If I was reading about it in Kafka I might have found something vaguely amusing in all of it. But I wasn’t. I was there. Living it.

I entered a plea of nolo contendere, explaining to the judge that if I’d been a resident of Oregon, I would have definitely pled “Not Guilty.” However, when that happens, your case automatically goes to a jury trial, and since I lived a thousand miles away, and was slated to return home in seven days, with a newborn due in a matter of weeks…you get the picture. “No Contest” it was. Judgment: $250 fine.

Did I feel happy? Only $250, right? No, I wasn’t happy. I don’t care if it’s twelve cents, that’s money pulled right out of my baby’s mouth and fed to a disgusting legal system that will use it to propagate more incidents like this. But at the very least it was over, right? Wrong.

When we returned to Los Angeles there was an envelope waiting for me from the court. Inside wasn’t a receipt for the money we’d paid. No, it was a letter telling me that what I actually owed was $309 – state assessed court costs, you know. Wouldn’t you think your taxes pay for that – the state putting you on trial? No, taxes are used to hire more cops like the officer, because with our rising criminal population – people like me – hey, your average citizen demands more and more “security.”

Finally I reach the piece de résistance. The week before we’d gone to the airport my wife had had her regular pre-natal checkup. The child had settled into the proper head down position for birth, continuing the remarkable pregnancy she’d been having. We returned to Portland on Sunday. On Mary’s Monday appointment she was suddenly told, “Looks like your baby’s gone breech.” When she later spoke with her midwives in Los Angeles, they wanted to know if she’d experienced any type of trauma recently, as this often makes a child flip. “As a matter of fact…” she began, recounting the story, explaining how the child inside of her was going absolutely crazy when she was crying as the police were leading me away through the crowd.

My wife had been planning a natural childbirth. She’d read dozens of books, meticulously researched everything, and had finally decided that this was the way for her. No drugs, no numbing of sensations – just that ultimate combination of brute pain and sheer joy that belongs exclusively to mothers. But my wife is also a first-time mother, so she has what is called an “untested” pelvis. Essentially this means that a breech birth is too dangerous to attempt, for both mother and child. Therefore, she’s now relegated to a c-section – hospital stay, epidural, catheter, fetal monitoring, stitches – everything she didn’t want. Her natural birth has become a surgery.

We’ve tried everything to turn that baby. Acupuncture, chiropractic techniques, underwater handstands, elephant walking, moxibustion, bending backwards over pillows, herbs, external manipulation – all to no avail. When I walked into the living room the other night and saw her plaintively cooing with a flashlight turned onto her stomach, yet another suggested technique, my heart almost broke. It’s breaking now as I write these words.

I can never prove that my child went breech because of what happened to us at the airport. But I’ll always believe it. Wrongly or rightly, I’ll forever think of how this man, the personification of this system, has affected the lives of my family and me. When my wife is sliced open, I’ll be thinking of him. When they remove her uterus from her abdomen and lay it on her stomach, I’ll be thinking of him. When I visit her and my child in the hospital instead of having them with me here in our home, I’ll be thinking of him. When I assist her to the bathroom while the incision heals internally, I’ll be thinking of him.

There are plenty of stories like this these days. I don’t know how many I’ve read where the writer describes some breach of civil liberties by employees of the state, then wraps it all up with a dire warning about what we as a nation are becoming, and how if we don’t put an end to it now, then we’re in for heaps of trouble. Well you know what? Nothing’s going to stop the inevitable. There’s no policy change that’s going to save us. There’s no election that’s going to put a halt to the onslaught of tyranny. It’s here already – this country has changed for the worse and will continue to change for the worse. There is now a division between the citizenry and the state. When that state is used as a tool against me, there is no longer any reason why I should owe any allegiance to that state.

And that’s the first thing that child of ours is going to learn.

December 21, 2002

Nick Monahan works in the film industry. He writes out of Los Angeles where he lives with his wife and as of December 18th, his beautiful new son.

Copyright © 2002 by LewRockwell.com. Permission to reprint in whole or in part is gladly granted, provided full credit is given.

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And if you think going through the scanners is an alternative worth considering look at this. Besides the obvious danger from radiation exposure (several scientists have noted the potential) do you really want strangers looking at you to this degree? (E)

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Another False-Flag Operation


by Becky Akers
by Becky Akers
Recently by Becky Akers: The TSA: Always Infuriated at Taking What It Dishes Out

Be afraid – very afraid.

A tsunami of Yemeni mail-bombs is about to bury us: this week, “inspectors from the U.S. … [headed] to Yemen to monitor security practices and to try to find the holes in their system that allowed two explosive packages to leave the country. … a team of six inspectors from the Transportation Security Administration [TSA] will make recommendations and give Yemeni officials training to improve their cargo security.” That oughta have the mail-bombs absolutely flooding the ol’ Homeland.

Meanwhile, John “Show Us Yours” Pistole, chief deviant at the TSA, also “met on Wednesday with officials in Sanaa [Yemen]…” The excuse for John’s junket? “[Improving] cargo security practices,” of course. As if the TSA already had good ones in place or, even better, has ever “improved” anything it touched. And it’s touching a lot, believe me, including children’s crotches. Hmmm… Don’t Moslem countries cane infidels for such gross pedophilia? Here’s hoping Johnny and the six “inspectors” come home too sore to sit down.

We’ll also hope the assorted Yemeni officials forced to listen as these perverts prattled asked a few questions first. Such as, “Exactly how many terrorists has your TSA discovered? Say again? None? Are you serious? And your subjects aren’t in open revolt after 8 years of long lines and shedding their shoes for nothing? Wow. That’s pretty remarkable. And now they’re marching into your strip-search machines, give your screeners a thrill, they can even molest them all they like, and your subjects still aren’t defying your decrees? Wow, I mean … it’s just … wow, I haven’t heard of any regime anywhere imposing serfdom that stunning since the Middle Ages and primae noctis! Tell us how you did it!” Turns out The Gang of Seven may have much to teach Yemen’s thugs, though not about “cargo security practices.”

The TSA is not only utterly immoral, it is completely, mind-bogglingly incompetent. Anecdotes abound of the penknives, nail-clippers, normal-sized bottles of shampoo and other Weapons of Mass Destruction passengers have deliberately or inadvertently smuggled past its checkpoints: just peruse the readers’ comments on virtually any article concerning the agency. If you want “official” proof of its ineptitude, check out the reports from its own undercover inspectors or from the Government Accountability Office (HA!!!! Never accuse Our Masters of an irony deficiency). Screeners can leer at smutty scans until they go blind (oh, please, oh, please!), but the TSA will never protect aviation or passengers or anything but its own butt because it is inherently incompetent.

So for the agency to advise other nations [sic for “boss them around”] is akin to Bill and Hill’s counseling Chelsea on building a happy marriage: absurd at best and downright disastrous if heeded.

On the other hand, you and I are compensating Yemen to the tune of $300 million annually for Our Rulers’ arrogance: Comrade Obama “‘highlighted that the U.S. relationship with Yemen is focused on counterterrorism issues, ‘as well as building a stable and prosperous Yemen through economic and humanitarian assistance.’ [Yemeni President Ali Abdallah] Saleh ‘made a full commitment’ to cooperate with the U.S…” Oh, I’ll bet he did. Yo, Ali: how’s about we make a deal? From now on, we’ll keep the TSA’s nitwits home instead of advising your ears off, and you refund our money.

The Feds have certainly gotten mileage (literally, in The Gang of Seven’s case) out of Yemen’s mail-bombs, haven’t they? Those of us mesmerized by car crashes and the TSA discern a pattern in such “terror alerts,” beginning with the granddaddy of them all, 9/11. Somehow, these scares always occur just when Leviathan seeks more power. Congressional Democrats had been looking for a way to unionize airport screeners (see Susan and Joseph Trento’s Unsafe at Any Altitude: Exposing the Illusion of Aviation Security, pages 154 and 158), and bingo, 9/11 not only happens, it spawns the TSA. Richard Reid and his shoe-bomb followed four months later, “proving” the need for a barely-born bureaucracy that was nonetheless already under criticism.

Meanwhile, the TSA has lusted to photograph us naked since 2002. Taxpayers infuriated at such voyeurism forced the agency to postpone its wickedness until 2007. Even then, passengers continued resisting the technology everywhere the TSA tried to introduce it.

Until Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab and his explosive Depends, that is. Blowing off parts of your body is perhaps the most dramatic but least effective way to bring down an aircraft, as Reid had shown. Yet Umar secreted his bomb in precisely the anatomical area best calculated to stampede Americans into the TSA’s Porn-o-Scans.

And so the TSA busily installed its X-rated X-rayers at airports across the country this year – 317 at 65 airports by the end of October, with another 1000 slated for next year and, eventually, for all 2000 concourses in the country. The TSA will then ogle and irradiate every passenger on every flight.

But as the inconvenience, delay, and devastating humiliation of naked scans hit passengers, they again rebelled, detonating diapers be danged. Pilots walked off the job rather than suffer such an outrage; presidents of pilots’ unions decried the TSA’s sexual assault of their members “that does nothing to improve national security“; passengers threatened corporations that they’ll stay home rather than patronize tourist-traps if it means the TSA will sexually abuse their kids.

And then to the rescue come the alleged Yemeni mail-bombs. “Give thanks for those who watch over us,” babbled one of Leviathan’s mainstream sycophants.

Coincidence? Or yet another charade our deceptive, diabolical Feds stage-managed?

There’s another reason to doubt Our Rulers’ contention that unelected, unappointed terrorists are stuffing their shoes, underwear, and mail with bombs: why would they bother? Explosives are expensive, hard to procure, and so temperamental that terrorists are likelier to blow up themselves than their intended target. You may be willing to tolerate these drawbacks if it’s the only way to incapacitate the enemy – but if he’s doing a fine job of it himself, or if there are far less perilous means of smiting him, why sacrifice yourself?

For instance, when you can create chaos at Newark’s oh-so-inappropriately-named Liberty International Airport by opening a door, why mess around with a bomb? “Late for their flight to Nashville …, a man, woman and teenage boy apparently tried to open a jet bridge door at the Terminal C gate area and triggered a door alarm …” They missed their flight, but that didn’t keep “Continental Airlines [from bringing] the plane back to the jetway, where all passengers were cleared. The flight departed 36 minutes late … Three checkpoints in Terminal C were closed for 10 minutes … While the shutdown lasted only a matter of minutes, it caused a backup of passengers … There were even lines of fliers snaking around terminal floors above and below the checkpoint level, with airport personnel blocking the tops and bottoms of escalators leading to the checkpoints.” See? Why fidget in uncomfortable underwear or hobble on hazardous shoes when it’s so much easier to simply open a door?

A harmless snow-globe can also bring the Amerikan Empire to its knees without even remotely endangering the terrorist. “State police Lt. J. Paul Vance says a Transportation Security Administration worker [sic for ‘leech’] spotted something that looked suspicious while screening bags and alerted state police shortly … Vance says Terminal A was evacuated as a precaution but was reopened about 45 minutes later, after authorities determined the snowglobe did not contain explosives and was not a danger.”

Terrorists could also run up a “down” escalator, hunt a restroom, or pack scientific equipment in their bags. Each innocuous action has thrown the TSA’s gutless wonders into a tizzy. They then complete the terrorist’s job for him of paralyzing aviation. So why endure the hassles of working with explosives? The prudent terrorist leaves that to the Feds.

We face a determined enemy,” the pusillanimous Pistole warned us, “one who modifies their [sic] actions looking for any opportunity to exploit security.” Yep. Goons who exploited security to ogle and grope us used to wear stripes courtesy of the local jail; now their clothing comes from the TSA.

November 6, 2010

Becky Akers [send her mail] writes primarily about the American Revolution.

Copyright © 2010 by LewRockwell.com. Permission to reprint in whole or in part is gladly granted, provided full credit is given.

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