*very* scary.... VERY VERY SCARY INDEED

[Dave Farber <dave () farber net>]

I have no way of checking up on this but if this is true and it sounds
right, we are getting this nation in deep deep trouble. Our enemies are
winning . Djf


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Coffee, Tea, or Should We Feel Your Pregnant Wife¹s Breasts Before Throwing
You in a Cell at the Airport and Then Lying About Why We Put You There?

by Nicholas Monahan


This morning I¹ll be escorting my wife to the hospital, where the doctors
will perform a caesarean section to remove our first child. She didn¹t want
to do it this way ­ neither of us did ­ but sometimes the Fates decide
otherwise. The Fates or, in our case, government employees.

On the morning of October 26th Mary and I entered Portland International
Airport, en route to the Las Vegas wedding of one of my best friends.
Although we live in Los Angeles, we¹d been in Oregon working on a film, and
up to that point had had nothing but praise to shower on the city of
Portland, a refreshing change of pace from our own suffocating metropolis.

At the security checkpoint I was led aside for the "inspection" that¹s all
the rage at airports these days. My shoes were removed. I was told to take
off my sweater, then to fold over the waistband of my pants. My baseball
hat, hastily jammed on my head at 5 AM, was removed and assiduously examined
("Anything could be in here, sir," I was told, after I asked what I could
hide in a baseball hat. Yeah. Anything.) Soon I was standing on one foot, my
arms stretched out, the other leg sticking out in front of me àla a DUI
test. I began to get pissed off, as most normal people would. My anger
increased when I realized that the newly knighted federal employees weren¹t
just examining me, but my 71Ž2 months pregnant wife as well. I¹d originally
thought that I¹d simply been randomly selected for the more excessive than
normal search. You know, Number 50 or whatever. Apparently not though ­ it
was both of us. These are your new threats, America: pregnant accountants
and their sleepy husbands flying to weddings.

After some more grumbling on my part they eventually finished with me and I
went to retrieve our luggage from the x-ray machine. Upon returning I found
my wife sitting in a chair, crying. Mary rarely cries, and certainly not in
public. When I asked her what was the matter, she tried to quell her tears
and sobbed, "I¹m sorry...it¹s...they touched my breasts...and..." That¹s all
I heard. I marched up to the woman who¹d been examining her and shouted,
"What did you do to her?" Later I found out that in addition to touching her
swollen breasts ­ to protect the American citizenry ­ the employee had asked
that she lift up her shirt. Not behind a screen, not off to the side ­ no,
right there, directly in front of the hundred or so passengers standing in
line. And for you women who¹ve been pregnant and worn maternity pants, you
know how ridiculous those things look. "I felt like a clown," my wife told
me later. "On display for all these people, with the cotton panel on my
pants and my stomach sticking out. When I sat down I just lost my composure
and began to cry. That¹s when you walked up."

<snip> 

There are plenty of stories like this these days. I don¹t know how many I¹ve
read where the writer describes some breach of civil liberties by employees
of the state, then wraps it all up with a dire warning about what we as a
nation are becoming, and how if we don¹t put an end to it now, then we¹re in
for heaps of trouble. Well you know what? Nothing¹s going to stop the
inevitable. There¹s no policy change that¹s going to save us. There¹s no
election that¹s going to put a halt to the onslaught of tyranny. It¹s here
already ­ this country has changed for the worse and will continue to change
for the worse. There is now a division between the citizenry and the state.
When that state is used as a tool against me, there is no longer any reason
why I should owe any allegiance to that state.

And that¹s the first thing that child of ours is going to learn.


December 21, 2002

Nick Monahan works in the film industry. He writes out of Los Angeles where
he lives with his wife and as of December 18th, his beautiful new son.

Copyright © 2002 LewRockwell.com

      

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