Once again, the TSA’s rapists have assaulted a victim—but this time, the first one ever, the agency is admitting to the crime rather than lauding its deviant for following “standard operating procedures.”

It seems a 22-year-old “foreign exchange student” from Korea “who does not speak English well” and who attends college in Utah decided to visit friends in New York City. When she disembarked from her flight at LaGuardia Airport, she “was allegedly approached by ­[Maxi] Oquendo, 40.” Maxi is not your run-of-the-mill-TSA pervert. No, he’s an “evening supervisor.” He  “told [the student] to follow him so she could be searched to see if she was carrying a knife or a weapon, sources said. The unsuspecting woman followed him up an escalator to the third floor, where he directed her into the bathroom… Once inside, he molested the victim after asking her to lift her shirt and unzip her pants…”

“He allegedly touched her breasts and put his hand down her shorts before letting her leave the bathroom. The woman told other TSA officers about the attack and Port Authority police took a report…”

Those “officials” and cops apparently agreed with the poor lady’s assessment that Maxi had groped her. But how could they tell? The TSA’s degenerates routinely order victims to disrobe; their favorite prey for a while was grandmothers, but apparently they’ve moved on to more nubile folks. And they frequently paw people’s most private places. Barely a month ago, a singer named Morrissey recounted his attack at the TSA’s literal hands: “I had been through the full scanner and I had been through the second bit, so everything was fine and clear, and then [the TSA’s pervert] went straight for my private bits and then he put his finger down my rear cleavage…”

For reasons I can’t fathom, the violation of Morrissey “followed standard operating procedures” while that of Ms. Exchange Student got the perp fired, with the TSA babbling its self-righteous boilerplate: “TSA holds its employees to the highest standards,” blah, blah, blah–even as it is absurdly, patently obvious that it doesn’t. I bet ol’ Maxi is sitting stunned this morning over his Penthouse, wondering, Why me? Everyone else gets away with it–and worse. Heck, they get promoted for stuff like this. Why didn’t I?

Yo, Max: Next time, don’t gate-rape in a bathroom. TSA is proud of its debauchery. Do it out on the concourse, right in front of the taxpayers footing the bill for it, and you too can move into upper management. Context is all, Max.

Thanks to the many readers who sent me this story.

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