“And as soon as you fucking little thieving perverts decide whether or not something shiny in my wife’s carry-on is banned all of a sudden or not, I’ll be on my way. Now either get a real cop and charge me with something or go fuck yourself you petty little shit.”Commenters come out of the woodwork to congratulate Stingray on a job well done, and perlhaqr leaves an idea which is adamantine in its brilliance:
My plan for avoiding being at the center of that story, should circumstance force me to fly, is to just be insulting the whole time.Which reminded me of this:
“Nah, I don’t feel like getting microwaved today. I’ll take the hand job.”
It's quite odd to see how the Young Turks of the '60s, the Soixante-Huitards have become The Man, now that they're in power. They've forgotten everything that they used to know, and now that Fortuna's Wheel has put them on top and us on the bottom, we can learn what they used to know: Alinsky's Rules:
Ridicule is man's most potent weapon. It is almost impossible to counteract ridicule. Also it infuriates the opposition, which then reacts to your advantage.And so do your part, America! Humiliate the TSA screeners with Meg Ryan-esque or perlhaqr-esque humorous innuendo. If you see someone ahead of you in line doing it, do like the lady at the end of the clip above and holler out "Can I have that Screener, too?"
And don't forget the phonecam. A friend taping the whole episode (for later upload to Youtube) is not only an affirmative defense against infuriated (and spurious) charges of Contempt-Of-TSA, but helps to spread the ridicule, one view at a time!
Do it For Teh Childrens®: