Showing posts with label Rudeness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rudeness. Show all posts

Saturday, November 20, 2010

We Live in a New Age of Touchy/Feely

OMG this is getting out of hand.  Why in the hell don't we just get the top people from El Al and take notes?  The most targeted airline in the world is also the safest?  Maybe we should try some of their screening methods.  No, that's crazy, what am I talking about?  From the article below:  "Anyone who sets off the metal detectors is required to go through a physical pat down, but the TSA says they use a less aggressive touch for children under 12."

Photo Courtesy KMOV News-4


Does it bother anyone else that a sentence like that is treated like a normal thing to say, given the actions described in the article - patting the genitals, running the hand between underwear and skin, etc.?  Oh, and of course, we only do that to kids over 12.  WHAAAAT??????  Would you let some uniformed screener dude or gal stick his or her hands down your 13 year old's pants?  Isn't that what damn near bankrupted the Catholic Church?  Doesn't that sort of behavior get you sentenced and called a "Registered Sex Offender"?  Am I crazy?  Sure, there was a guy who tried to make explosive underwear.  Is groping every adolescent  that wants to fly the only way to make sure he/she is not wearing a dangerous diaper?
Oh, and when did it become okay just because it is after age 12,  to grope, pat, touch, etc. adolescent kids?  It is just wrong.  Oh, and much as I hate to mention it, what about past victims of sexual assault, trauma or rape - no matter what their age?  Can you imagine having bad some horrific act done to you and then at some later point, if you want to fly, being forced to submit to what would WITHOUT ANY DOUBT be a SEXUAL ASSAULT were it not being done by TSA at an airport? 


Since a guy tried to blow up a plane by putting a bomb in his shoes, will we soon be seeing foot fetishists not only relying on the removal and X-ray of the shoes, but requiring the person being screened to remove their socks and submit to a tongue inspection (to see if the foot tastes like explosives) of the foot?


I flew hundreds of thousands of miles for business and pleasure.  I was always polite, and willing to do what was asked of me in the interest of security.  I was waiting for a plane the morning of September 11, 2001, and I watched that day unfold convinced that I'd support whatever was needed to keep us safe in the skies and in the country.  But now I am second-guessing my blind obedience.  Why? 
There are better, more effective, less personally intrusive ways to screen passengers and ensure safety than to commit battery and sexual assault.  Plain and simple.  When my daughter is 13 how can I take her to fly somewhere knowing what I know may very well happen?  Will she be subjected to a virtually nude screening X-ray, visible to many?  Will it be worse, where she's forced to get molested in order to fly?  OMG!  How did it come to this?


I think that there ought to be a hue and cry from sea to shining sea, insisting that the BEST and BRIGHTEST security experts available be immediately brought together to develop systems to keep us safe.  Without having people putting their hands in people's underwear.  Is that too much to ask?  To fly without some guy or gal sticking their hand INSIDE your underwear, tapping and patting your junk? 
It's time to examine who is making the decisions, writing and training the procedures, choosing the technology and bickering over whether the airlines, airports or TSA should pay for technology to make us safer in the air.  All this virtually nude photography - will someone do a statistical analysis showing that a man is 12% more likely to be a terrorist if he "dresses right" (and by that I mean not that he buttons the right button with the right buttonhole, but that his junk rests naturally to the right side of the vertical midline of his body) - all this physical grabbing and groping...is this the best option we have for screening? 


In a word: NO.  It is not, and the people who can develop screening technology, use the currently available technology, and still keep us safe are out there, and they are willing and able.  And it is a dirty secret that there are frequent breaches of the system we use now - both in tests and just when the person next to us says, "Oh man, I forgot to take this out of my briefcase!" and parts the top of the case to show a five or six inch knife. 
We can do better, we can do better and be safe.  And whether the person being screened is under 12, adolescent or adult, we can do it without battery, assault and sexual molestation.  And we should.  And though some of this post is amusing and meant to be so, the topic and the practices that caused me to write it are not funny.  They are wrong.  And a helluva lot of us better stand as tall as we have to and shout "NO!  This is not acceptable, not in America."

http://www.kmov.com/news/mobile/Woman-says-her-Lambert-security-screening-was-sexual-assault--109114934.html

Thursday, January 08, 2009

Before You Yell at the Other Guy...

I believe that when we finally come to understand the smallest building block, the very stuff of which the universe itself is made, it will turn out to be irony.  Yes, irony.  Makes sense, doesn't it?    More about that later, but moving to the second basic element of which the universe has been constructed, I think it is hypocrisy.  Then  comes indignation.  Sadly, I find that I myself am a proof that these elements are indeed fundamental materials; indeed I usually give them away more than most.  Except for this guy I saw at the coffee stand this morning.

I was at a coffee stand this morning and heard a funny exchange.  When it was his turn, a middle aged man in front of me in line, and who seemed particularly rushed while we waited our turn to order, stepped up and in a clipped manner said

"Grande drip in a tall cup."

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" said the hurried but pleasant young woman at the counter. 

"Grrraaande drip in a tall cup." He said it slowly, dragging out the syllables for emphasis.

  "Do you want a Grande drip half full?" she said hesitantly. 

Well, at this point the guy had been waiting for more than two minutes in line just to finally get to the front and find himself unable to make the person understand a perfectly simple order (of course, I don't know what he was thinking really, I am just filling in the blanks from his expression and body language. Raising his voice, the guy announced loudly,

"I JUST WANT WHAT I ASKED FOR.  A GRANDE DRIP IN A TALL CUP! "

The poor person at the counter looked flustered, and she had been so pleasant, and I think she'd been convinced all along that SHE must be misunderstanding him, so I leaned up and said, 

"Unless you are a human compressor or can suspend physical laws you can’t have that.  No one can.  I think a reasonable compromise might be for you to have a tall drip in a Grande cup.  How would that be?" 

The guy looked at me, with irritation, then I believe he realized that he'd been demanding sixteen ounces of coffee in a twelve ounce cup instead of the opposite.  He got kind of white in the face and then walked out without another word to me or the gal at the counter.

"Thank you, I couldn't figure out what he wanted.  I thought I was mixed up and he was getting mad." she said.

"You were very good about it." I said. "Now for me...may I have a grande black tea in a replica space shuttle sippy cup?"

Sunshine on Discovery Bay

Sunshine on Discovery Bay
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