PORT COLUMBUS AIRPORT–I‘m not terribly shy or insecure about my manhood, so when the TSA selected me five minutes ago to go through the nudie-scanner, I went along. If I had protested and thus missed my flight, it would have imposed an added burden on my wife, home alone the past few days with a gaggle of kids (don’t tell the Washington Post’s Lisa Miller). The bourgeoisie will always sacrifice liberty for convenience and comfort, I suppose.
What pissed me off most was not the invasion of privacy or the inhuman way in which they deal with you — the TSA lady didn’t say a word, she just held her hands over head, and I was supposed to imitate her, posing like a criminal the cops are afraid might be armed. (Another agent ordered me to stand on a mat, not telling me why or for how long. When I asked why, he was surprised, and answered that someone sitting in a room needed to review this picture — essentially a nude picture of me — presumably to ensure I wasn’t carrying any explosives.)
