I’m craving some sun. It’s the shank of winter… and time for a break.
Sadly, though, I’m reminded of how much I used to enjoy traveling, of being at airports, of GOING. But now? It’s such a hassle. I hate getting gate raped. Hate having my luggage pawed through by a stranger in dirty gloves. Hate being treated as a suspect. Suspected of what? Wanting to get some sun? *shakes head*
A pilot, Patrick Smith, said this a while ago. “In the United States alone, more than 2 million people fly every day, subject to all manner of tedium and humiliation, yet there is virtually no protest either from citizens or their leaders. Certainly there is no political will to get things changed. People grumble, shake their heads, and move along in a woozy capitulation to a security apparatus that is both repressive and ineffective.
This will continue, presumably, until disaster strikes, at which point the screams for accountability will be shrill and righteous and entirely too late.”
While I don’t fully agree with the NSA, I’ll take that over the TSA any day. At least there’s a better chance of something good coming out of it, and no one is getting physically violated in public.
But in the meantime… daydreaming of this (and not logistics).