I am sitting at a charging station in the Orlando International Airport right now typing this.
Every time I approach the security line, my hate and loathing for our King and his Political Aristocracy starts seeping through me. I hate staring at the Department of Homeland Security stickers on the podiums where they check your ID. I hate looking at the signs reminding me to put my liquids in a bag. I hate the rent-a-cop uniforms with the gigantic TSA badges they wear while they walk like Stormtroopers among us proles. Yesterday they were unemployed McDonald’s employees…today they are powerful Government agents of security. And they act like it.
I can feel my blood pressure rising. My forehead getting warm. I shuffle forward in line with the rest of the sheep.
Then I look over at the full body scanner and a man walks in. He’s about 6 foot, a little overweight, sandy brown hair, blue t-shirt and jeans. He stands in the center of the machine, raises his hands above his head, and surrenders.
The Government accepts his surrender, and allows him to pass through to his Gate and his plane, so he can leave the Happiest Place on Earth. As I watch women, children…the old and young, all raise their hands above their heads, it just makes me sad. My blood pressure drops and I feel my head cool down. Nobody is opting out. Everyone is surrendering. As I watch hundreds of people raising their hands to surrender in a long line of scanners, my mental drift is shocked away…
“Sir, do you have a belt on?”
“Please proceed to the scanner.”
“I’m not going to surrender today.”
“I’m opting out.”