I have a theory about traditional terrorism (as opposed to Frank Rich’s excellent The Other Plot to Wreck America).
My working definition of terrorism is a volatile situation where a small group of individuals causes a large group of individuals (say, an entire nation) to completely lose its marbles. Occasionally, there is just cause. But generally, the net result is that our over-the-top response simply provides comic relief for those living in caves. We are exceeding their expectations. We are, effectively, terrorized by them, and they needn’t do much of anything to keep us scared. Remember, they have the radical right’s support in the "oooh, oooh, oooh" bidness.
The goal of terrorists is, of course, to do something horribly destructive that will make big news. Big news, followed by massive, knee-jerk dithering and frenetic overkill. In his own way, the Christmas Day castrato succeeded in his otherwise spectacularly unsuccessful attempt to bring down Flight 253.
Succeeded how? Look at us! Once again, we are into sky-is-falling mode, this time seeking ways to ramp up underwear checks at airports and expose people’s privates to scrutiny.
Hairspray and toothpaste inspection. Shoes. Underwear. What next, I wonder.
Wait, wait! I have an idea!!
Passengers shall be required to fast for two days prior to their flight’s departure. They will then lie feet-first, bare bum skyward on the conveyor belt at the airport security checkpoint. Each in turn will have a colonoscope inserted into the appropriate orifice. Instead of a Homeland Security scanner, the procedure will be monitored by a gastro-intestinal specialist.
Now bear with me, because this is an incredible twofer.
First, we establish that there are no untoward objects secreted in anyone’s innards. Those whose little secrets are exposed will be cuffed and frog-marched to detention.
But here’s the payoff. Everyone else will receive a printout of their procedure as they scramble off the belt, grabbing their little plastic bottles, shoes and grundies. Assembly-line colonoscopies, people! Quick as a wink, cost-effective, and an upside (so to speak) to the indignity of invasive scanning. Everyone wins!
I am convinced this really is an idea whose time has come. I wanted you to be among the first to know of it. No need to thank me. Really.



18 Comments




Yes!
Oh, but thank you I must! Thanks for a smile on a tough day, barbara.
Jason and Jim, thanks. We da bomb! Oh, lord, here comes TSA through my office window . . . .
LOL.
Much needed today. Barbara, you da best.
Thanks, Barbara for exposing the security kabuki that passes for anti-terror operations in the US. (My favorite blog hopes that the next terrorist hides a bomb inside an infant or its clothing. The TSA then bans infants from flights, something every frequent traveler would actually applaud.)
On a more serious note, you have precisely pinpointed the fallacy of our entire approach. There is no way that al-Qaeda could ever take over the US, but assume they could. A foreign power invades us and suspends the Constitution – no due process, travel severely resticted, no habeas corpus, individuals swept up by the order of the dictator, imprisoned and tortured without recourse. American patriots would rise up in revolt. (Wolverines!!!!)
Yet, one idiot sets his dick on fire and we are doing it to ourselves! WE are doing exactly what the terrorists hoped we would. Dick Cheney is the terrorists best friend.!
A rather ornery guy that I used to know travels frequently in the techie business and is apparently on a list–he gets flagged for hand searches frequently.
So he dresses in nylon swim trunks, a mesh tank top, and flip-flop shower sandals. For the searches, he just pulls out the wasteband of the trunks and invites direct visual inspection. This at once speeds him through what passes for “security” and serves as his little revenge on society.
Interesting that this dick-docking has had almost as much press as Lorena Bobbitt’s escapade. If she’d done it on an airplace…oh, I don’t even want to think about it.
Terrorism, as you noted, is predicated on the one extreme act setting everyone on edge and precipitating bonkers activity focused intensely on that WMD(box cutter, shoe, speedo). Meanwhile, is anyone checking on the fresh produce? Bwahahahaha!! (probably not funny)
This is hilarious! I love it. Traveling by air in the near future, and maybe I’ll . . . nah. Probably not.
I am on some sort of watchlist and have had the full TSA grope-about multiple times on the same trip. The guys were thorough and would have definitely found any explosives packed in my shorts.
So believe me, after the second or third go around, the ornery guy method has a lot of practical attractions, even for us shy types.
You beat me on this one!
I was figuring on mammograms and ob/gyn exams for women. Save time. Save money. Curtains provide enough privacy, right?
Who cares if TSA employees or anyone else is able to take cell-phone photos of us in the x-ray body scanners?
I don’t know about the clinical value, but you can get an examination, all right–they call it a cavity search. A stewardess on an international flight once told me that all you need to do is make a casual remark about having some latex balloons tucked away and someone will put on the long gloves for you when you go through customs.
good one! Air travel is not what is used to be anyway…Take Amtrak or drive a Prius with friends to your continental destination. Maybe meet some real people along the way. :)
Long gloves? Ewwwwww!!! Note to self: Say nothing at airport that could possibly be interpreted as grounds for cavity search. Ick. Just ick.
A Prius is, indeed, a luxurious way to go–far better than Amtrac on most routes. We have had two of them so far–a 2002 and a 2005. I thought we were making a sacrifice for the good of the country/planet when we bought the first one. How wrong I was. Quiet, powerful, fully equipped with the luxuries.
Mme. even gave in to her primal, drag-racer urges at a stop light once and dusted an obnoxious, tailgating, midlife crisis sufferer in a Corvette. He pulled along side in the turn lane and started gunning his engine. When the light turned and he popped the clutch, Mme. put her foot down righteously. We were through the intersection before his big Gatorback tires started turning. He was so surprised that he missed his shift and stalled in the middle of the intersection. Hee hee. (Kids! Don’t try this at home!)
That would actually be my preference–the driving thing. Difficulty is uncertainty of upper midwest weather from, oh, September through May. Would rather leave the driving to Captain Sullenberger than tackle sleet-encrusted roads.
How totally satisfying! Kudos to Mme.
Your diary is funny, but it also exposes the scam of forcing people through these x-ray machines. Anything internal will not show up, so where is the safety?
In regards to infant clothing and children…
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“The rapid introduction of full body scanners at British airports threatens to breach child protection laws which ban the creation of indecent images of children, the Guardian has learned.
Privacy campaigners claim the images created by the machines are so graphic they amount to “virtual strip-searching” and have called for safeguards to protect the privacy of passengers involved.
Ministers now face having to exempt under 18s from the scans or face the delays of introducing new legislation to ensure airport security staff do not commit offences under child pornography laws.”
http://www.guardian.co.uk/politics/2010/jan/04/new-scanners-child-porn-laws