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19 November 2010

Vola vola vola vola -2

Troppo bello. Un aereo con 300 militari di ritorno da Bagram (si`, Afghanistan), ognuno con fucile, o pistola, qualcuno con mitragliatrici fa scalo a Indianapolis. Dopo due ore in area "sterile" gli rifanno i controllo. (Pazzesco, se ci pensiamo: la probabilita` che un marine di ritorno dall'Afghanistan sia un terrorista islamico e' un tantino bassa, e allo stesso tempo non si può dire che Nidal Hassan di Fort Hood memoria, era un islamic nut...). E insomma,

we’re in line, going through one at a time. One of our Soldiers had his Gerber multi-tool. TSA confiscated it. Kind of ridiculous, but it gets better. A few minutes later, a guy empties his pockets and has a pair of nail clippers. Nail clippers. TSA informs the Soldier that they’re going to confiscate his nail clippers. The conversation went something like this:

TSA Guy: You can’t take those on the plane.
Soldier: What? I’ve had them since we left country.
TSA Guy: You’re not suppose to have them.
Soldier: Why?
TSA Guy: They can be used as a weapon.
Soldier: [touches butt stock of the rifle] But this actually is a weapon. And I’m allowed to take it on.
TSA Guy: Yeah but you can’t use it to take over the plane. You don’t have bullets.
Soldier: And I can take over the plane with nail clippers?
TSA Guy: [awkward silence]
Me: Dude, just give him your damn nail clippers so we can get the f**k out of here. I’ll buy you a new set.
Soldier: [hands nail clippers to TSA guy, makes it through security]

This might be a good time to remind everyone that approximately 233 people re-boarded that plane with assault rifles, pistols, and machine guns–but nothing that could have been used as a weapon.


E nei commenti:
And of course, all of YOU are weapons. You’ve all had basic hand-to-hand combat training, yes? You don’t even need a “weapon” to take someone down.

My fully-loaded travel tote, swung at someone’s head, would make a heck of a sap. My keys, held in my palm with the keys protruding between my clenched fingers, would really add punch to my punch. And yanno those seat-belt extenders that the more … ahem… rotund passengers use? Or the demo ones the flight attendants show? Ever been accidentally hit by one of those suckers? I have; it hurt! Swung strategically, I could see it knock someone out. The ridiculous, nonsensical rules just keep piling up, and still we obey like sheep.

Give the clipper to a TSA agent and tell them to charge after you with it. Then demonstrate how effective the butt end of a rifle is at being a skull basher…

[Vedi anche Vola vola vola vola prima parte.]

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