Tampa airport. 6am. Mom. Son, perhaps...11-13? Wheelchair-bound, mentally disabled to the point of random utterances, body movements, mostly unaware of what is happening around him.
Made to stand, hold the hands of a TSA agent, walk THROUGH the metal detector, held onto while Mom walked through ( she tripped it, had to go twice ). Barely able to stand there, waiting for Mom.
Oh, the clear and present danger evident in this young man. I had to force myself not to fall to my knees and kiss the ground in the middle of the metal detector in tearful gratitude for the heroic and selfless act performed by the TSA agent in making this child stand there, moaning, wanting to know where Mom was ( she was facing Mom, he was facing away from Mom ). Their service to America can not possible be overestimated.
Then he sat. Then he got patted down all over.
Because, you know, it's common knowledge that terrorists are using the severely handicapped in Tampa to attain their goals.
The entire power-charade is usually no more than tiresome and faintly embarrassing when non-Americans have to dance the little TSA dance. This was way beyond tiresome and well into YOU DISGUSTING FUCKING NON-HUMAN.
:Shake:
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