By Barbara H. Peterson
Folks, I jest don’t know what’s happening in this country. Evidently, if you don’t take kindly to having your private parts either fried or groped, you are a domestic extremist. Yep, you heard me. A domestic extremist. Now what in the heck is that? Well, TSA and Big Sis Napolitano say:
You might be a domestic extremist and targeted for identification and information collection by Homeland Security if…
You object to having your privates fried at the airport and naked pictures taken of you and your kids while going to visit Grandma on the holidays.
You throw a NO TSA IN MY PANTS party and tell your friends that you are going to opt-out the next time you fly, and tell TSA gropers that if they touch your junk you’re going to have them arrested for assault.
You get yourself a website titled “Don’t Fly TSA.”
You encourage all your friends to do the same.
I don’t know about you fellas, but I’m opting out for the whole airport experience, and they can take that to the bank! Or not. After all, a nationwide boycott seems to be jest what the doctor ordered for these folks. Hit ‘em in the purse, that’s what I always say.
(C) 2010 Barbara H. Peterson