Every day I'm feeling safer in every way.
Posted on 07/05/2012 8:04:36 AM PDT by rawhide
A rule in our household..
If we can’t drive there. we ain’t going.
I see no reason to willing subject my kids or wife to the TSA.
HA! You funny!
Yep. They've got all day and night to watch and learn the movements, habits, and how things run. If you have the same routine, the same schedule everyday, and you do the same thing at the same time every day, those employees involved in illegal activities can develop their plans of action to take advantage of this. They'll recognize your short-comings, and use it. They'll know what area they can conduct their illegal activities in, and when the best time is to do it. One of the things I learned from working in Corrections for 25 years is to not get in the habit of doing the same thing, at the same time each day. Don't be predictable. If at all possible, change up your routine to keep them guessing.
Even then, it seems such a charade, with so many loopholes.
Islamoterrorists bent on suicide seem to not want to chance getting caught, which they might be at the last second by vigilant passengers even if they completely fool screening. And if they do, there goes their guaranteed free ride by glorious suicide attack to a virgin filled heaven. (I believe all such caught attempted terrorists should NOT be put to death, starving the cause of a martyrdom.)
Every day I'm feeling safer in every way.
Wow. Good thing she was one of the lazy ones! And the metal steak knife? After 9/11? In a secure area?
-facepalm-
After my rather surprising experience at Prague International Airport, I found a Czech cop and told him. I showed him my passport as well (along with the PR visa). He just sort of looked at it, continued smoking his cigarette and drinking his coffee, and said, “I’ll look into it.”
As far as I’m concerned, being able to walk directly off an airplane, collect your luggage, and then hop on a bus or hail a taxi without any kind of passport or customs control is a pretty serious security breach. It really is the airport version of an open border. Of course, it’s part of the Schengen Zone here, but there should still be some kind of control.
Trains are something else. I can hop a train from here to France, and no one looks at my passport. My ticket, of course. But that’s at. Convenient on the one hand to be sure, but a potential security problem on the other.
Yeah, trains are how I get all my C-4 into France. Much less hassle than airplanes. ;-)
Can we drink it then piss the sample down their jackboots?
I don’t know about that.
Remember the “transporter”? Think about how it works for a second.
A teleporter would record everything about you, right down to the subatomic level. Then it transmits that data to your target destination.
Then it disintegrates you.
Here’s a really good explanation of it:
“A teleporter wouldn’t actually break down your atoms and then shoot those same atoms thousands of miles through the air; even if it were possible, there’d be no reason to do it. It would instead just grab Hydrogen and Oxygen atoms from out of the air and assemble you out of those (one Hydrogen atom is the same as another, after all).
In other words, teleporters would work more like fax machines than mail. It transmits a signal and the machine on the other end spits out a copy. Only instead of a copy of a letter, it’s a copy of a person, right down to all their thoughts and memories and in this case, the original is destroyed. This was demonstrated in Star Trek: The Next Generation, Episode 250 (”Second Chances”, aired May 24, 1993, Stardate 46915.2) where they failed to destroy the original Will Riker and were left with two of him.
Are you grasping the weirdness of this? The original is destroyed. That means when you step into a teleporter, you die. But, the rest of the world won’t know you died, because a copy of you will step out of the other end of the machine. It won’t be you, though, it’ll be another you that happens to share your memories. To the outside observer the thing will always work fine, and the thing that steps out of the receiving end will think it worked fine. The one person who knows it didn’t worked fine, can’t tell anyone because they died via total atomization the moment they stepped into the machine.”
(courtesy cracked.com)
Ponder on that one.
Are they supposed to stamp your visa or passport before you leave the airport, or just look at it?
Customs very often works on the honor system. Was there a form to fill out on the plane?
I’m curious as to how they reassemble a soul at the other end...
No you don't. Sure we'd be rid of the TSA, but Al Qaeda, the BATF, and various and other assorted nasties would be teleporting all sorts of things where you wouldn't want them.
Gov’t is like a simple, multi-celled organism. It doesn’t think, and simply responds to stimuli. It feeds and grows as much as the environment allows - until it can not any longer.
I wouldn't call it a "simple, mutli-celled organism".
It's more like a bacterial colony.
Glorified mall cops.
When the program began, they were busted stealing things from passengers’ luggage.
Was there ever a screening process? If I recall, background checks were nixed early on.
They don’t let you carry nailclippers on a plane but first class passengers get a metal knife and fork. The 9-11 hijackers sat in first class.
All that needs to be done, is buy the drink after going through security. That’s what most people do.
I saw TSA testing boarding passengers coffee right at boarding gate with my own eyes in Orlando 2 months ago. This is after passing through security.
They have to give these useless gov. workers a make work job to keep them busy. They were using some test stick and telling the coffee drinker, who bought in the airport mall after passing security to pour coffee on top of lid.
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