Security
Theater of the Absurd
by
Becky Akers
by Becky Akers
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I sighed with
relief a few weeks ago when the Transportation Security Administration
(TSA) cleared mouthwash and mascara of conspiring to blow planes
sky-high. Now I can open my medicine cabinet each morning without
fear of becoming the latest casualty in the War on Terror. Perhaps
the TSA was inspired by Fashion Week’s safe run in New York last
month: hundreds of lipsticks lurked backstage, yet nothing exploded
but tempers.
The TSA’s jihad
against toiletries and cosmetics was ironic because any theater
needs make-up. And that’s all airport security is: theater. Author
Bruce Schneier
coined the term to describe highly visible but vain security; Wikipedia
illustrates its entry on "security theater" with
one of the TSA’s silly signs. Not only has the TSA’s troupe failed
to catch a single terrorist, it gulls passengers into believing
that robbing folks of liquids and gels somehow protects them. It
also teaches Americans to equate "airport security" with charades
that upset, frustrate and intimidate the innocent rather than with
unobtrusive, effective measures from the private sector that would
indeed improve safety. And the TSA does all this for only $17 million
per day – or $118,055 during the ten minutes the agency often claims
is the average wait at its checkpoints.
How did we
reach so preposterous a pass that the government of the United States
vilifies "Maybelline Moisture Whip Burgundy Lipstick" as a threat
to American aviation? The Supreme Court started us down this runway
in the late 1960's and early ‘70's with a series of extra-Constitutional
decisions that invented an "interest" for the Feds in
airline security. Those pinheads in robes didn’t care whether government
could prevent skyjackings: they simply declared that it should.
At the time, the Nixon Administration was illegally bombing villagers
in Vietnam and Cambodia while its chief executive burgled his enemies’
office. The Court nevertheless entrusted these criminals with the
safety of American passengers.
Criminals are
usually pretty dim; politicians and their subclass, bureaucrats,
are among the dimmest. That’s why you’re enclosing your 3 ounces
of Listerine and shaving cream in a "ONE QUART-SIZE [sic
for "sized"], clear plastic, zip-top bag," per
the TSA’s
diktat. God knows how high the plane would blow should we be
permitted fold-top baggies, too.
The TSA assumes
we’re as dim-witted as its personnel and lies to us accordingly:
"The ban on liquids, aerosols and gels was implemented on August
10 after a terrorist plot was foiled. Since then, experts from around
the government, including the FBI and our national labs[,] have
analyzed the information we now have and have conducted extensive
explosives testing to get a better understanding of this specific
threat. These changes are intended to enhance security and balance
human needs because we have a better understanding of the threat
and security risks associated with liquids, aerosols and gels."
Balderdash.
Passengers from around the country analyzed Our Rulers’ propaganda,
realized that even Starbucks’ most caffeinated brew cannot detonate,
and got around the TSA’s specific threat to their comfort by flouting
the ban en masse. The TSA had to reverse itself or look even
more flat-footed than it already does. Ever the sore loser, it has
imposed the Three Ounces-and-A-Baggie Regime just so we all know
who’s boss.
The new rule
makes no more sense than the old one, and "[‘]Security lines
in many airports have been jammed as a result,[’]... Darrin
Kayser, spokesman" for the TSA told the Washington
Post. This is not the TSA’s fault, of course, but ours.
We’re just too stupid and ignorant to keep pace with Our Rulers’
whims. TSA spokesgal Carrie Harmon huffed to the Denver
Business Journal, "If people would just take five minutes
to look at the Web site before they come to the airport, it would
save a lot of time."
Another TSA
flunkey, this one in Warwick, Rhode Island, lamented to the local
NBC
TV-affiliate, "Folks, unfortunately, wind up showing up
at the airport with these garbage bags, opaque, filled with 16-ounce
items. It creates real problems for us and for our screening force."
Heartbreaking, isn’t it? Consequently, the station reports, "security
checkpoint workers are filling up two dozen barrels a day with items
they are forced to take away from passengers who are unfamiliar
with the rules." [Emphasis added.]
You slow learners
have only yourselves to blame when you’re robbed. Kindly get yourselves
up to speed, because you are not only compelling an innocent screener
to turn thief, you are clogging the works: "Passengers either
don't know about the baggy [sic] rule or they're still putting
other liquid products in their bag and causing delays," our
gal Carrie scolded.
Give the lady
an Oscar for acting as though the "baggy rule" matters.
Meanwhile, this latest performance in security theater gets a thumbs’
down. Let the politicians and bureaucrats stick to burglarizing
each other's offices. That should keep them too busy to stage-manage
airports, airlines, and us.
October
20, 2006
Becky
Akers [send her mail]
writes primarily about the American Revolution.
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