TSA: “My, What Big Breasts You Have”

Just when you thought the TSA might relax their ridiculous and draconian security policies, now comes word that terrorists are planning to surgically insert bombs into suicide bombers in order to avoid detection. Where does this intelligence come from? Why, the TSA itself of course.

Once again, in a brazen fit of self justification, the TSA has tried to scare the American public into submission by floating a “what if”, “could happen”, “there’s been chatter” scenario. At first this appeared to be a ploy to justfy the proliferation and continued procurement of their back scattering peep show booths. But according, again to the TSA, the machines cannot detect implanted explosives.

What does this mean for the travelling public? According to a TSA spokesman: “more passenger interaction” which of course is the TSA’s euphamism for sexual assault.

Large chested women beware!

Though it has been dubbed the “Belly Bomb” we all know that this is just a cute little misnomer for what the TSA views as “The Boobie Bomb”. Ludicrous?

We’ve already read the reprehensible stories of TSA encounters and mistreatment that not only violate the Constitution, but the dignity of civilized people. TSA agents have assaulted children, humiliated the elderly and had a woman die in their custody. Any other government agency would have been investigated and prosecuted into oblivion had they engaged in similar sexual harrasment. But this is the TSA. They do what they want. Touch what they want. Besides, a little boob fondling never hurt anyone, right?

The not-so-funny thing is that TSA dom head John Pistole has done nothing to quell the sheer unadulterated hatred towards his agency. In fact he seems to get off on encourage it, most recently by supporting the perverts that forced an elderly woman to remove her diaper. There was absolutely no reason to demean a ninety-five year old woman in this manner. She was not a security threat. The only rational explanation that the TSA gets off on humiliation. And, hey, we must get off on it too. Why then, does the TSA continue to treat us like the dogs we are? Why does Master John still run the dungeon? Why does it still hurt so good?

So, next time you are at the airport, wondering about what kind of stuff Kathy Pistole has to deal with in the budoir, don’t be surprized if you hear: “Ma’am, are those breasts real?”