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[Daryl]

[Yoda]

Good stats on a 'touchy' subject, Daryl.

But, hey, we must protect ourselves from the 'terrorists'!

No telling what they're going to find out now that they've got the new full body scanners!

But remember, there's always an alternative . . .

I am all for a reasonable level of airport security (which, by the way, would include a definite 'terrorist' profiling, e.g., a scan and patdown of every single Arab male, regardless of age, with special attention to Muslims and those with one-way tickets). After all, I fly a lot. But, because I fly a lot, I see a lot. And a lot of what I see is disgusting, invasive and of absolutely zero 'homeland security' value.

At some point, 'We the People' must speak, and let our outrage be known. After all, as I said . . .

We must protect ourselves from the terrorists.

[chipingguru]

Golfers passing through w/o clubhead throwaway 3

[mb6606]

He grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me into a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone.

He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear. "Just relax, he said."
Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves slowly but steadily.

My breath caught in my throat. I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure.
When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my rib cage.
And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply.

Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties. Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant.
This is a man, I thought, used to taking charge. A man not used to taking "no" for an answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say.....

"Okay ma'am, all done." My eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of me, smiling, holding out my purse and said, "You can board your flight now."

[innercityteacher]

He grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me into a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone.

He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear. "Just relax, he said."
Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves slowly but steadily.

My breath caught in my throat. I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure.
When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my rib cage.
And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply.

Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties. Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant.
This is a man, I thought, used to taking charge. A man not used to taking "no" for an answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say.....

"Okay ma'am, all done." My eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of me, smiling, holding out my purse and said, "You can board your flight now."

I felt my mouth drop open. I couldn't stop it. I felt the flush rise through me. "Did they teach you that at the Homeland Security?" I heard another part of myself say. It was his turn for his mouth to drop open. He looked uncomfortable and stammered "Nnnnnnooo, they didn't..." I moved closer to him and could smell the Brut aftershave, oranges, and smell of cigarettes. "Let's see. Mr. Abdullah, you said you wanted me to do WHAT TO YOU?!!!!!!!" "You said I should do WHAT?!!!! POLICE!! POLICE!! THIS MAN JUST SEXUALLY PROPOSITIONED ME! STEWARDESS HELP! HELPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

An imposing African-American gentleman hurried over. "What did he say exactly 'mam? Would you like to register a complaint ?!!!!!" "Step away Mr. Abdullah! I SAID STEP AWAY Mr Abdullah!"

"Officer, I will file charges....He told me I could ##%*&(*(&%* if I wanted to miss my flight...."

If an ass----- has done it to one person, they've done it to others. Don't be a victim!!!!!

Death to Tyrants, or at least a long, unhappy prison sentences and a loss of their pension.

ICT

[O.B.Left]

It only gets worse guys. Here's one of own, Officer 12 Piece Bucket conducting a "take down". You may ask yourself what it is he takes down during this sort of arrest, procedure .... Merely protocol? Not on my module you dont!

[comrade]

And Rapiscan/OSI Systems government contract money ? Priceless.

http://iwilloptout.org/about-the-equ...anosi-systems/

[Yoda]

And Rapiscan/OSI Systems government contract money ? Priceless.

http://iwilloptout.org/about-the-equ...anosi-systems/

Not much of a "Chinese Wall" between (former) civil servant http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Chertoff and government contractor here, is there?

Sorry, but this whole thing just doesn't pass the old-fashioned "Smell" test.

"Influence peddling" on steroids.

You're right, comrade, those Washington, D.C. "blackbooks" (gathered on the taxpayers' nickel) are priceless!

[innercityteacher]

It only gets worse guys. Here's one of own, Officer 12 Piece Bucket conducting a "take down". You may ask yourself what it is he takes down during this sort of arrest, procedure .... Merely protocol? Not on my module you dont!

He was supposed to be doing his First In Math homework! He seemed sort of troubled, lately


ICT