On my way back to Maryland a couple days ago, at T.F. Green Airport (Bruce Sundlun Terminal!) in Providence, I checked a bag. There's an x-ray machine that each bag has to go through... every bag, that is, except mine. A TSA employee grabbed my bag, picked it up, tagged it with the "OK" sticker, and sent it back. It arrived OK, but no x-ray. There's only a couple things that can explain this:
1) I got lucky
2) My bag looked e-friggin-normous so they said "screw it"
3) Random bag search
4) Targeted bag search, because my email accounts and blogs have been scanned for rhetorical anti-Bush sentiments
Personally, I think #4 is the most likely. I think my arrival tipped off the person in charge of investigating guys on their "watch list," who popped out and assured me that I was taken care of. It's a distraction thing. See, the guy who grabbed my bag didn't come back to get anyone else's stuff. It's not like he was taking every, oh, 20 bags and giving them a thorough once-over. He took mine, and mine alone as far as I know. It could be a coincidence, like his shift just ended, or he was covering for someone during their smoke break, but I can't think of one reason why TSA or the airports deserve the benefit of the doubt when it comes to my civil liberties. It's too weird. I say I'm on The List. The one that Ted Kennedy's on that keeps him from boarding airplanes. (No, not "10 Most Wanted DWI Fatties," I mean the homeland security list.)
Anyway, the purpose of this post is as follows: if I end up disappearing for some reason, without a trace, it's safe to assume that TSA kidnapped me. I'll be in Gitmo or Abu Ghraib, with a bag on my head and electrodes attached to my balls. Oh, and someone will have defiled the Sports Guy's new book in an attempt to abuse my foreign value system.
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