Time Magazine senior editor Amy Sullivan earlier this week posted a blog entry about her airport security patdown, and her unfortunate encounter with an overly enthusiastic Transportation Security Administration screener:
The agent calmly explained what she was going to do before she performed each part of the procedure, and very briskly but thoroughly went through the pat-down. The whole thing was over in a matter of minutes and was a completely professional experience.
Or it was, until a male TSA agent walked behind us and hollered: “Hey, I thought she was mine! I was gonna do her!”
And that, buddy, is exactly why I’m opting out instead of standing in the see-through picture machine. Thanks for validating my choice.
There’s only one headline Sullivan could have chosen for this story: “Stay Classy, TSA.”
H/t: Drudge Report
The Smoking Gun today published a statement from a Transportation Security Administration screener who allegedly beat a co-worker with a baton for mocking the size of his genitalia. According to alleged assaulter Rolando Negrin’s statement to Miami police, several co-workers teased him day after day as a “little angry man” after a full-body scanner digitally exposed him, and he snapped. He said the relentless mockery became a form of “psychological torture.”
There’s so much about this case that is messed up. Using physical violence to resolve a workplace dispute is, of course, never justified. But if this is actually what happened, this also represents a gross failure of TSA management at Miami International Airport. Being taunted daily about the size of one’s penis is a pretty clear-cut case of sexual harassment, and nobody should have to endure that. It’s a manager’s responsibility to snuff out that kind of middle school behavior precisely so it doesn’t escalate into a parking lot brawl.
H/t Drudge Report
Here’s a story that must be read to be believed. Philadelphia Inquirer columnist Daniel Rubin writes that earlier this month, an oh-so-hilarious Transportation Security Administration screener allegedly thought it would be a hoot to plant a baggie of white powder in an airline passenger’s bag:
A TSA worker was staring at her. He motioned her toward him.
Then he pulled a small, clear plastic bag from her carry-on – the sort of baggie that a pair of earrings might come in. Inside the bag was fine, white powder.
She remembers his words: “Where did you get it?”
Two thoughts came to her in a jumble: A terrorist was using her to sneak bomb-detonating materials on the plane. Or a drug dealer had made her an unwitting mule, planting coke or some other trouble in her bag while she wasn’t looking. [...]