|Woohoo! TSA porn!|
I was not impressed. But then I generally am not positively impressed by the things the federal government does. Negative impressed every time I read about what the federal government does, yes.
Flight out, I went through the full body screener. It dinged. Of course.
I stood in front of a TSA agent who eyeballed me from a foot away. Never laid a hand on me. He passed me right through after I took my hat off and showed him the inside of it.
The tote bag I carried went through a second time after taking the Kindle out. Zipped right through.
Coming back, it went right through the first time.
Coming back the full body screener was shut down. As I prepared to step through the metal detector, I told an agent "It's gonna ding."
He asked me if I had any metal implants. I don't. He suggested I take my suspenders off and try it again.
I took my galluses off and they went through the X-ray machine. I went through the detector without a hitch.
We had a fist-bump (am not kidding) of celebration when I passed this time.
Frankly, I go through tighter security (and looser) getting into the prison where I preach.
On the flight out, being me, I set about figuring out a few things.
I peg a 95 percent chance I can get a working gun into the cabin of a commercial airliner if I'm working by myself. Chances to 97-98 percent with an assistance. Chance of successfully getting a gun onto a plane with three people, so close to 100 percent as makes no never mind.
I also figured out how to get a knife on board.
|National Remove Your Rights Agency, rather|
I note I did not take a gun or a knife on the plane when Jesse & I went to Washington. I shipped 'em out west UPS and shipped 'em back FedEx.
The problem is the security protocols were created by man. Anything a man creates, man can finagle, dodge, get around or otherwise defeat. There can be no absolute security as long as a person has freedom of mind and to a lesser extent, freedom of the body. The Matrix movies come to mind here. But that's a whole 'nother subject.
Simple fact is, I betcha I can get a gun on a plane. The more people I have helping the higher the rate of success gets. Given a dozen or more people working with me, there's no chance I could not get a gun on a plane.
And that's all the details yer gonna get from me about this.
I do add on the flight from Atlanta to Minneapolis, I did not give into the urge to do a Freddie Mercury impress and sing "I don't wanna die." But I seriously wanted to.