interestingly… my sister commented on the ‘don’t touch my junk site’ about how she’d rather be felt up and molested than blown up in the sky by a terrorist.
While I respect her right to her opinion mine differs greatly.
Definition of TERRORISM
ter·ror
noun \ˈter-ər, ˈte-rər\
I’d rather not be abused, mistreated and pretty much sexually assaulted when it doesn’t actually prevent anything. If it was the only way to be sure you were safe and was totally effective sure, but it’s not. And as someone who has been subjected to abuse in airports by TSA agents.
I’m enraged (well as much as I really can be being the mellow burger I usually am) at this current ‘attempt’ to keep us safe. Safe from what? What the heck are the requirements for being a TSA agent anyway? Because as far as I can tell it’s the guys who were rejected from the police force most of the time. Oh good Mall cops with a superiorety complex fantastic.
I’d rather be blown up than be kept safe in a way that completely denies me the right to my own body. And that’s from someone who has never been raped, imagine how the millions of woman who have been feel. It’s too god damn far, they have machines that detect the most minute amounts of explosive residue, bomb dogs and metal detectors. You don’t need to give me cancer or molest me to make sure I’m not up to anything shady. Why not use those millions of dollars for training the TSA agents properly? Hopefully this is the straw that will break the camel’s back.
You ARE not safer due to this. It’s garbage and people are allowing their fear, which is driven by the media and American Government, desire for someone else to take the responsibility and hold their hand, absolutely too far.
I fly frequently, and molesting people, or taking naked radioactive scans of their bodies doesn’t make me feel safe. Security personnel that are professional and alert, who take their job seriously and don’t abuse their power make me feel confidant.
My body is nobody’s body but mine. I don’t give a shit who you are, even the police are not permitted to touch you in this way. If I could I would join the legal suits.
The water thing was stupid, but this is too far.
The train ride up from London was a riot, Timmy and I were being Captains of silly the whole time. We arrived in TO where Ken picked us up and took us to his place, where a bunch more people from Taiwan (James, Ariel, Oz and JR) were and we had an evening of sitting about chatting and drinking. I was very fun, but very weird at the same time.
We went to Carabana, this Caribbean festival with a shiny parade, full of good times! Actually we just jumped the fence and joined the parade.. hoooray but I think I hurt my footsies :(.
the tower and got some decent pictures, then a friend picked me up at the tower (side note.. I felt so damn bad, he showed up and i got stuck in a line to get down so he ended up waiting like 20 mins for me at the base of the tower!!! ). We went for a late dinner and drinks, which was really fun, but I was tired and my feet were killing me so he took me on a little driving tour and then home.
The drive back was way better than the way down, having company in the car makes the drive significantly more pleasant. We Got to the border crossing and I was a little worried about it, just because Casey is American and they can be a little weird at border crossings about things. But driving across is a lot more mellow than flying, the guy just asked a few questions and off we went. Although, it was kinda funny that I had no cell reception on my mom’s cell until I reached the border, and then the phone was ringing off the damn hook. Dude looked a little cranky about it and told me no phones, I was like sorry we’re late and I had no cell reception so my sister is trying to get a hold of me.
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