'The Only Thing We Have to Fear…'
by
Becky Akers
by Becky Akers
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Our valiant
defenders scored another huge victory in Gainesville, Florida, last
week when they saved the homeland from "apparently
abandoned" luggage. Now if only someone would save us from
nitwits who’ve abandoned common sense, we’d be all set.
Moises Banrevy
is an 18-year-old kid who missed his flight the Monday before Christmas.
Heck, I would have, too: it was departing at 7 AM.
Failing to
catch your plane in the cuckoo’s nest that passes for American aviation
is akin to missing Nurse Ratched’s role call: both unleash disproportionate
disaster. If we lived in a world where airlines tried to please
customers instead of Congressmen, the industry would not only make
allowances for a mishap this common, it would actually help stranded
patrons. But governmental bankrolling has turned passengers from
aviation’s raison d’être into a necessary evil: airlines
must "serve" them or lose the subsidies, bail-outs, and
loans flooding their coffers. Meanwhile, they despise customers
as so much inconvenient and demanding freight, rather like a friend
of mine views tourists to New York City: they keep his clients in
business, which keeps him in business, but they certainly clutter
the sidewalks. Pushing through the crowds at Rockefeller Center,
he sniffs, "Why can’t they just stay home and send us their
money?"
Likewise, it
would be easier for high-flying corporations if Congress dispensed
with the silliness of passengers and simply deposited our taxes
directly into the airlines’ accounts. But until that halcyon day
dawns, aviation must continue transporting us trouble-makers from
Point A to Point B. Nothing says it has to do so courteously and
kindly, however. And so when Moises scheduled another flight for
later that day, he asked "an airline employee" if he could
leave his bags someplace in the interim. Naturally, "the employee
told the man that he should not leave his bags unattended, according
to Michelle Danisovszky, the airport's public relations manager."
Wouldn’t it be nice if a public relations manager actually managed
relations with the public sometime rather than spinning an employer’s
abuse as ordinary or even commendable?
Moises did
what many kids would who’ve yet to discover how larcenous – or ridiculous
– their fellowman can be: he chose an out-of-the-way place "near
the terminal's new concession stand" which had been "recently
renovated" and parked his three bags there. Then he left
the airport for whatever 18-year-olds with time to kill in Gainesville
do.
Alas, "an
airport employee" noticed the bags at 8:15 and "reported"
them. Leviathan can’t teach kids to read but it excels at training
serfs to snitch. Ten minutes later, Our Rulers were busily saving
the nation by hopelessly snarling traffic. "Gainesville Police
blocked non-travelers from entering the Gainesville Regional Airport
as a precaution and called in" – yes! – "the Alachua County
Sheriff’s Office bomb squad." That particular hysteria resulted
"’because we didn't want to second-guess ourselves,’ said GPD
Captain Bart Knowles." Good call, there, Bart, given that the
second guess would probably have been as boneheaded the first.
Not to be outdone,
"the Transportation Security Administration [TSA] took control
of the scene." Oh, I’ll bet they did. Did Alexander Haig just
pop into your mind, too? These drama queens evacuated the terminal.
Fortunately, they didn’t have many victims to hassle: only "about
30 people were working" at that hour, and there were "few
passengers or other members of the public…" In so small a group,
it seems likely that the "airline employee" with whom
Moises had discussed leaving his luggage heard about the "abandoned"
bags, connected them with his earlier conversation, and mentioned
it. If so, did the cops and the TSA ignore him so they could rescue
an airport in absolutely no danger?
Evacuating
the terminal didn’t satisfy Our Rulers; they also forced drivers
to move their cars from an adjacent parking lot. "…[T]here
was concern that if there was a bomb inside the luggage, its blast
could be powerful enough to blow out the wall of windows on the
south side of the terminal building…." Yep, and meteorites
could strike the earth tomorrow. All this "concern" cancelled
one departing flight and delayed an incoming one.
Moises may
have missed the evacuations, but plenty of excitement still waited
when he returned to the airport around 11:30 that morning. He "was
escorted by police back into the terminal to open his bags"
and "answer questions..." I wonder whether the poor guy
immediately came clean about why he packed four pairs of jeans or
if he ’fessed up only after some "alternative interrogation
techniques."
Regardless,
"it was unknown whether then [sic] man would face any
charges." Imagine the deliberations at the station house over
that one: "F--, nothing in the f------ statute book against
leaving your f------ bags at the f------ airport. Wait! He bought
a f------ plane ticket! Oh, f---, that ain’t illegal yet. What about
f------‘creating a public nuisance’! Yeah, that’ll work, long as
no one f------ figures out it was us that created it."
Back at the
scene of the crime, Our Rulers declared the homeland secure after
all. "We determined that there was nothing suspicious in his luggage,"
Bart announced. "We're happy it turned out to be poor judgment and
not something worse."
Poor judgment
and then some. But not on Moises’ part.
January
2, 2009
Becky
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writes primarily about the American Revolution.
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