Pistole as Puffball

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Talk about
your nauseating charade!

John Pistole,
Head Whore at the Transportation Security Administration (TSA) who
admonishes outraged Americans to suck it up when his thugs
strip-search little boys
and traumatize
pilots with near-rape,
who spurns taxpayers' shrieks that they
shouldn't have to risk
cancer just to board a plane
and shrugs at subjecting an entire
generation to birth
defects
, also owns a soft side. And reveals it to his shock
troops when he "Visits
Airport to Buck Up Employees and Defend Tactics
."

Or so coos
the New York Times. "As John Pistole strode through
Concourse B of Ronald Reagan National Airport on [Tuesday, Nov.
23,] one of the busiest travel days of the year, flanked by airport
employees, a news media handler [sic for u2018propagandist you
and I fund'] and a reporter, a bewildered traveler looked up and
wondered aloud: Is a celebrity flying through?"

Could the Times
pay this pornographer, pimp and pedophile any higher compliment
in our star-obsessed culture? Meanwhile, had its reporter "flanked"
Hitler as he reviewed the ranks, we would doubtless read of a "6-foot-3"
hunk "with pale blue eyes and a slow, Indiana" — or Austrian,
as the case may be –"timbre," a charmer who "can
seem folksy and warm" thanks to "his dry sense of humor."
Just an all-around great guy if we overlook his unfortunate habit
of shoving folks into ovens then and porno-scanners now.

Actually, neither
the Times nor its fellow-travelers in the corporate media
consider the latter an unfortunate habit. No, we dissidents are
the unfortunates who just don't get it, as the Times implies
with its careful phrasing of the punishment awaiting us when we
"opt-out" of the porno-scanners: "…the agency's new
pat-down procedure, which many passengers say feels invasive and
inappropriate." Of course, it isn't really. We wimpy
wackos who can't take a little sexual assault to secure the ol'
Homeland merely perceive it as "invasive and inappropriate."

Alas, that
perception may explain why poor John has "been maligned on
Twitter." The insults a hero suffers for trying to "[keep]
travelers safe"! But being a patient and compassionate dictator,
the sort who imposes his will by brutal force instead of by forceful
brutality, John seizes the moment to teach us, to lead by example:
"My hope is that, whatever people want to call me, they recognize
that we're simply doing everything we can to work with people to
provide the best possible security," he said, perhaps even
blinking back the tears today's feminized slime shamelessly shed.
"I have to try to assess what are the risks being posed and
what steps we can take to provide the best possible security, while
recognizing the privacy issue."

Who knew John
even glimpsed "the privacy issue," let alone "recognized"
it?

But let us
vanquish such un-Amerikan reflections lest they detract from Our
Ruler's triumphal progress through Reagan National! "…he was
greeted in the airport by T.S.A. employees, whom he fist-bumped
and thanked for their hard work, and who beamed and thanked him
back. "

John's driving
you to the john, isn't he? Take my advice and grab a barf-bag on
your way back: you're gonna need it.

"u2018Thank
you for standing behind us,' said the woman checking IDs [sic
for u2018said the Nazi just doing her job of sorting victims as they
step off the trains and who is therefore innocent no matter how
many atrocities the higher-ups order her to commit']. Later, two
young T.S.A. officers approached him to say, u2018Thanks for everything
you're doing for us, dealing with all this media stuff.'"

If you didn't
get it before, learn the lesson now: there is nothing abnormal about
government agents' groping between your legs or leering at your
naked daughter. Presuming otherwise means you have fallen for all
"this media stuff."

If you like
your perverts highly recommended, John's your deviant. "John
O. Brennan, Mr. Obama's top counterterrorism adviser" warbles,
"[John's] somebody who has always impressed me, as well as
others, for being exceptionally unflappable, a straight talker,
a clear talker…" Ah, so that's why he's calling the
TSA's sexual assaults "pat-downs": he's a straight talker!
And those who quibble when one of John's goons "inva[des]
… an old woman's personal space
" [Times-speak for
"sexually molests and humiliates an elderly taxpayer"]
simply don't enjoy John's "understanding of the nature of the
threat that we face, the evolving nature of it and the creativity
these terrorist groups bring to the effort…" Only John and
Our other Rulers "understand what we need to do to guard against
it." So shut up and spread your legs, you traitorous ingrate,
you.

Funny that
our straight talker would cite "last year's unsuccessful Christmas
Day bombing attempt, when a would-be terrorist boarded a plane with
a bomb sewn into his underwear," as justification for nationwide
sexual assault. You might think John would remember — or fear that
we remember — the many holes in that false-flag story, such as
a father
who repeatedly snitched on his son
and whom authorities just
as repeatedly ignored, or the
mysterious man smooth-talking the wannabe terrorist's way onto the
plane without a passport
as other passengers watched. But no.
John calls installing the porno-scanners with punitive sexual assaults
for those who refuse "an easy decision" thanks to the
Underwear Bomber. And all the while, the Times blithely continues
cooing.

Remember as
a child hearing for the first time about Hitler and his 12 million
victims? Remember your shock that a whole nation cooperated with
an obvious madman, your incredulity that rational people swallowed
the Nazis' nonsense and acquiesced to torture, rape, hate and humiliation,
concentration camps, mass murder? Remember thinking you would never
in a million years understand how anything that grotesquely evil
and demented could possibly happen?

Bet you understand
it now.

November
29, 2010

Becky
Akers [send her mail] writes
primarily about the American Revolution.

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