Our trip to Uruguay is officially underway. We’ve passed the TSA checkpoint, which for me is the most stressful part of air travel. Like a woman who stands by an abusive boyfriend, I’ve learned that if I’m submissive enough, the high school dropout working the body scanner will let me go without molesting my genitals. … Continue reading TSA: one’s dignity is a small price to pay for fascism
I couldn’t resist sharing a link to this recent news about my favorite three-letter agency. I’m not sure which troubles me more, that the TSA couldn’t be bothered to perform its most basic function, or that such a large part of the traveling public doesn’t recognize the screening is little more than security theater.
We’re at the airport in Phoenix, and it’s time to give some credit where it’s due. First, when we arrived at the self check-in kiosk, we got a message telling us we were misconnected at Salt Lake City. The Delta personnel who resolved the situation were patient and friendly. After having the agent check several … Continue reading Credit where due at Sky Harbor, particularly to TSA
I’m at the Atlanta Hartsfield Airport in the boarding area for the flight back to Phoenix. After an exhausting flight from Johannesburg, at this point we’re roughly three-quarters of the way home. The formalities in Atlanta were tolerable. The low point, as usual, was the TSA checkpoint. For the second time this trip, it was … Continue reading Passing through Atlanta Hartsfield en route home
This isn’t our plane, but my parents have already gotten us to the airport. The TSA checkpoint was tolerable, which was a pleasant change. We have some time to relax and maybe grab a bite to eat before our first flight.
Those of you who read my blog know I have little respect for the TSA. Those of you who’ve known me longest may remember that one of the few times I’ve bothered to write to an elected official was to oppose the nationalization of airport security, way back in 2001 when it was being debated … Continue reading Tyranny’s Steadfast Ally
Seen at Sky Harbor this afternoon: Translation: If you submit to our thorough background investigation and prove to us you’re no threat to national security, we’ll let you leave your shoes on when we photograph your genitals.
For me, the most anxiety-inducing part of any air travel is the security checkpoint. Today was a relatively pleasant experience. We sailed through the checkpoint in about five minutes, which might be a personal best for Sky Harbor Airport. Our flight doesn’t board for over an hour, so we have some time to relax.
I recently uninstalled all the social networking apps from my mobile phone, so I’ll make my pithy observations here on the blog. The following are a few of my thoughts from Sky Harbor airport in Phoenix.