TSA agents whining and complaining about being bitched at:"we're just doing our job"

[Wesker1982]

"I'm no Nazi. I'm just following orders."

Sad and funny at the same time, probably more sad than funny though.

For those who aren't familiar, you should look into the "Milgram Experiment"

The Milgram experiment on obedience to authority figures was a series of social psychology experiments conducted by Yale University psychologist Stanley Milgram, which measured the willingness of study participants to obey an authority figure who instructed them to perform acts that conflicted with their personal conscience.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Milgram_experiment

Nuremberg Defense

no shit this was the first thing I thought of too!!!

As an American...." we're just doing our job" is just not good enough.....

+1

 

[Fredom101]

"Rather than dehumanize the TSA TSOs, work with them, understand their views and opinions and work together to change the current TSA policies."

I actually agree with this to a certain extent. Dehumanizing them does nothing to help our cause. However, our goal is not to "change the TSA policies" (although that would be a nice start), but to get rid of the very idea that government should provide safety for us.

 

[Anti Federalist]

"Rather than dehumanize the TSA TSOs, work with them, understand their views and opinions and work together to change the current TSA policies."

I actually agree with this to a certain extent. Dehumanizing them does nothing to help our cause. However, our goal is not to "change the TSA policies" (although that would be a nice start), but to get rid of the very idea that government should provide safety for us.

Disagree.

If anything, even more abuse needs to be heaped on them, by everybody.

Your typical Americunt doesn't seem to want to wake up until Big Brother is literally squeezing his balls and feeling up his pre pubescent daughter.

I hope they do go home at night and cry, I hope they are so miserable that those with a conscience, a shred of humanity and the slightest notion of constitutional rights and what it means to be a free citizen in a free country, quit.

Leaving behind the manhandles, power trippers and perverts.

Let Boobus get a full gutful of what real tyranny is.

 

[Anti Federalist]

http://www.flyertalk.com/forum/15141621-post9.html

As a member of the workforce and general population, it is impossible to escape the issue of sexual harassment and what it does to anyone encountering it: increased stress, lost productivity, mental and physical illness, even the fear of violence. As a parent, we teach our children to not let others touch their bodies. How then, did we allow Congress and TSA the ability to manually touch our bodies in its quest to out the bad guys?
Personally, I’m fed up with being felt up.

TSA’s latest is a blatant encroachment on all things private—no longer a pat down … what’s being done bypasses any police “pat down” I’ve witnessed. Within the past two weeks, I’ve experienced the new system four times with some variation. Traveling as many do with artificial joints and implants, I’m one of those who sound the alarms. Being used to the “wanding,” I was stunned with the incredible invasiveness of what’s going on now.

Three children call me Gramma. I get, and enjoy countless letters from those who have heard me speak and who have read the many books that I’ve authored. I speak globally on them. I’m approaching my second million miles as a frequent flyer on United Airlines. On top of my head is a mop of silver hair. I don’t look like a terrorist; I don’t act like a terrorist; I don’t think like a terrorist … I am not a terrorist. What I am is a frequent traveler with double titanium knee implants. And, I’m mad as hell.

Sounding the security alarm after removing shoes, computers and passing through the sensors with less than five items on me, I’m told to stand on the pad and spread my feet. I’m asked if I want a private room, they do ask that—most of us frequent flyers just want to get through the damn line and to our boarding gate … declining, here’s what happened …

Told to assume “the position,” two feet are placed on the mat, spread eagle and the TSA agent—same gender—gives you her verbiage drill that she will “feel” and no longer pat … blah, blah, blah. Arms out, palms up. Beginning at my neck, she feels all around my collar and under it … mind you I have no visible jewelry but small earrings and a wrist watch. I am not asked if there is anything that lurks hidden. I always say that I have double knee implants and bolts in my right shoulder as a courtesy to them.

She then proceeds along my arms, running both her hands along them from my armpits to the wrists. She then moves to my back and does a full feel over it … now moving her hands fully across my butt, moving them inside my waist band and then circles to my front side, readying for the frontal assault. Jeeze. Beginning with her hand flat on my chest under my chin, she begins her downward stroke between my breasts, and running her hand under each. I want to swat her away. She says, “If you want, you can have a private screening…” I’m thinking, “Yeah, to feel me up more –hey, hey TSA, how many boobs have your felt today …”

I tell her, “Just get it over with …” Hmmm, the procedure doesn’t move more swiftly. She then moves her hands, both of them, to my waist and belly. Hands move sideways across my belly, lifting my shirt, and feeling inside my waistband. I’m getting pissed … I don’t like strangers in my pants. The legs are next. Beginning at the ankle of each inner leg, she firmly moves the palm side of her hand up, all the way to my crotch, not once, but twice. Now, I’m really pissed … and feel incredibly violated. I want a shower … I want to get home … I don’t want to fly anymore … and I know I have my final roundtrip flight in two weeks for the year, then off the road for a month ….

The week before, the agent in Las Vegas wanted my passport number and name because the buzzer did the alarm thing and she did her search procedure—not once, but twice, forcing me into the private room. What was I wearing? … socks, black slacks, underwear, blouse with long sleeves. My usual.

I now dislike air travel, where I used to embrace it … and I have to do it with my work. I find myself resisting going to the airport. I detest all things TSA and wonder just how many billions/trillions are sucked into this government wasteland. I’m amused when I hear others say that they make travel safer. To the professional traveler, that statement in itself is a joke.

Frankly, I don’t want anyone feeling me up and down unless I invite them to do it. Does TSA have a “Don’t ask, don’t tell” policy like the Military in its hiring? Could there be stalking and undercover men and women enjoying this new opportunity? With the full ankle to crotch “feels,” how do the guys like it as the hand moves up to the base of the crotch, touching their dangling parts? Hmmm, has one of the TSA male agents ever wanted to say, “Cough”?

Why has Congress approved this outrageous, personally humiliating “search” that screams sexual harassment? I was told by the TSA supervisor in Phoenix that Congress approved the new procedure. We have laws against inappropriate behavior. I want to know which members voted for it. Where is the ALCU in its outrage on the assault of the innocent flyer? How about the ABA? Why aren’t the airlines shouting, “enough of this nonsense”? Is this why TSA agents now where blue uniforms similar to what many cops have worn, so they look more “official/threatening”? If men and women are opting for the “private” screening, are their two agents there vs. one?—after all, I didn’t sign anything that I gave written permission to have my body touched and handled.

A full body massage when you are in the buff has more integrity. Yep, I’m fed up with being felt up. I will do everything to curtail travel using the airlines. What’s the number for Amtrak?

 

[MyLibertyStuff]

I could deconstruct every one of those comments, but this one is the one that really made me spit nails:



That right there is why we are only a few degrees of separation from concentration camps.

This person could not be more wrong.

What, do you think that every NAZI "officer" was a fire breathing, gibbering demon with fangs and baby guts in their teeth???

No, they were people JUST LIKE YOU, convinced by a lying, corrupt regime that you are somehow doing your "patriotic duty" by subjugating and trampling the rights of your fellow citizens for some higher purpose like "protecting the fatherland".

They were people just like you, holding mild mannered civil service jobs serving the state, who reacted, when caught and confronted by the atrocities carried out in their name, with genuine surprise, they honestly thought "they were just doing their jobs".

Great post...took the words out of my mouth and expanding on them ten fold.

 

[KCIndy]

http://www.flyertalk.com/forum/15141621-post9.html

Yep, I’m fed up with being felt up. I will do everything to curtail travel using the airlines. What’s the number for Amtrak?

What the author doesn't realize is that if we don't stop this crap here and now, we'll soon be subjected to the same bullshit when we take the train. The it will be the bus. Then random stops where we're pulled from our own personal vehicles and subjected to random strip searches on the side of the road.

And it will all be done "for our own good" of course.

We have to draw the line right here before the tyranny creeps any closer to our families and the freedoms we have left.

 

[Vessol]

"I was just doing my job" didn't hold in Nuremberg, nor will it work for the TSA or any other people who obey the government blindly.

 

[speciallyblend]

The Ron Paul Revolution@ every Airport in Our Country ???
http://www.ronpaulforums.com/showthread.php?t=269779

 

[Romulus]

Your typical Americunt doesn't seem to want to wake up until Big Brother is literally squeezing his balls and feeling up his pre pubescent daughter.

And they still arent waking up! We are fking c-hair away from cattle in fema camps.

 

[moostraks]

And they still arent waking up! We are fking c-hair away from cattle in fema camps.

Who needs FEMA camps? Take this behavior expanded to other means of travel with the current mindset of "if you have nothing to hide you have nothing to fear". It will be same tactic that Social Services uses in their illegal searches and 'interviews'.

 

[Anti Federalist]

Who needs FEMA camps? Take this behavior expanded to other means of travel with the current mindset of "if you have nothing to hide you have nothing to fear". It will be same tactic that Social Services uses in their illegal searches and 'interviews'.

This is a beta test, to see if the Americunt people will stand for it.

If, as is usually the case, they placidly accept whatever government does to them, and I have no reason to suspect they will do otherwise, then DHS and TSA will begin rolling this out all across the transportation grid: subways, buses, trains, roadside checkpoints and major public gatherings.

This has been their stated goal all along.

 

[moostraks]

This is a beta test, to see if the Americunt people will stand for it.

If, as is usually the case, they placidly accept whatever government does to them, and I have no reason to suspect they will do otherwise, then DHS and TSA will begin rolling this out all across the transportation grid: subways, buses, trains, roadside checkpoints and major public gatherings.

This has been their stated goal all along.

I think its baked in the cake. By listening to how 'they' are responding through the media it is a replay of the bailouts. Cry, moan, and complain all you want they don't care and will proceed as they see fit. I think that is what angers me the most....

 

[Natalie]

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[tremendoustie]

Good. They deserve it. They should quit, instead of blindly following illegal and immoral orders, and abusing their countrymen.

 

[Anti Federalist]

I think its baked in the cake. By listening to how 'they' are responding through the media it is a replay of the bailouts. Cry, moan, and complain all you want they don't care and will proceed as they see fit. I think that is what angers me the most....

That's exactly right.

And people are starting to see, maybe not fast enough and not getting angry enough about it for my taste, but they are starting to get the message:

"We're government, you will do what you are told, you will comply, now, fuck off."

 

[Anti Federalist]

From last year, but still...

tsa agents took my son

http://www.mybottlesup.com/2009/10/tsa-agents-took-my-son/

October 16th, 2009 | Author: Nicole
As I sit and write this post, 24 hours after this event took place, my hands still shake… with rage and with terror.

I woke up this morning to my husband’s alarm clock, sat straight up in bed and thought “Where’s Jackson?” with fear paralyzing me.

My worst nightmare took place yesterday. Worse than events that have taken place and that I have survived in my short 28 years of living. Worse than my wildest of dreams could conjure.

My son was taken from me.

Taken.

My son was taken from me by the TSA agents at Atlanta Hartsfield-Jackson airport yesterday.

He was taken away from me and OUT OF MY SIGHT because his pacifier clip went off when I carried him through the metal detector.

According to the Transportation Security Administration website, “We will not ask you to do anything that will separate you from your child or children.”

Bullshit TSA.

You took my son. MY SON.

Here’s what took place… minute by terrifying minute…

I had Jackson in his stroller, his diaper bag, and a duffle bag which contained my mac book as I entered security. I placed all of these items on the conveyor belt to go through the metal detector. Jackson was in my arms, and in the midst of getting all of our gear on the conveyor belt, my mistake was neglecting to take off my son’s pacifier clip that hangs from his shirt, which is metal.

The instant I walked through the metal detector with Jackson in my arms, we beeped. I knew exactly why.

I told the TSA agent, who asked me to back up and walk through again, “It’s my son’s pacifier clip, can I put it on the conveyor belt?”

“Ma’am turn around and come back please,” I was told.

Of course Jackson’s clip went off again. Both Jackson and I were then escorted to a 6 ft tall plastic holding box because I was forced to wait for a female TSA agent to search me.

At this point in time, all of my belongings were sitting at the opposite end of the conveyor belt, thereby backing up every other passengers belongings because I was not there to gather mine.

A woman out of the kindness of her heart (and if you are out there somewhere reading this, THANK YOU) saw me just standing and waiting in my 6 ft plastic box and gathered my belongings for me. She waited with my stroller, my diaper bag, my duffle bag and my mac book. This woman motioned to me that everything (including my flip flops) was all together and then she left.

She must be a mother.

She understood.

I was so grateful.

4 female TSA agents stood at the end of 2 conveyor belts, gloves on their hands, none of them searching anyone, none of them doing anything but watching luggage pass through the conveyor belts.

It was at this point in time that I realized my flight was leaving in less than 45 minutes. I had not even been searched yet. I began to panic.

Through the 6 holes in the plastic box that contained Jackson and I, I began asking for help. I waved to all 4 female TSA agents, each of them looked at me and then looked away. Then I started speaking through the 6 holes, and said, “Can someone please search me? My flight leaves in less than 45 minutes.”

Each of the 4 women answered me using the same exact phrase…

“Ma’am you need to wait. I don’t care about your departure time.”

Eventually one of the four female TSA agents opened the door and let Jackson and I out of our plastic containment box. We were escorted to a chair that was opposite from where my belongings were. I asked if I could bring my belongings over or take a seat closer to where they were. I was told no and to take my seat.

At this point in time, my heart began to race, thinking we would miss our flight and I would be stuck in the Atlanta airport with Jackson for who knows how long until there was another flight to Baltimore.

The female TSA agent stood in front of me while I sat with Jackson and she continued to watch luggage come through the conveyor belt.

“Ma’am, can someone please just search me so we can be on our way? We are going to miss our flight,” I said.

The female agent then called an older gentleman, also a TSA agent over. The male TSA agent stood in front of me and said “I’m going to have to pat down your son.”

With Jackson still sitting in my lap (he was being so good despite all of this chaos) I said ok and continued to hold on to my son, expecting the male TSA agent to start touching Jackson.

He then told me, “I’m going to have to pick him up to inspect him.”

I rolled my eyes and sternly told him “It’s his pacifier clip that went off, can’t you just run that back through the belt and let us go. We are going to miss our flight.”

The female TSA agent, who had been standing there the entire time said to me, “You need to adjust your attitude and do as you are told.”

The male TSA agent repeated, “I’m going to have to pick him up to inspect him.”

I handed him my son.

I handed him my son and he walked away with my child.

My eyes welled up with tears, I stood up from my chair and I asked the female TSA agent, “Where is he going? Where is he taking my child? Why is he leaving?”

Jackson, while being whisked away looked at the male TSA agent awkwardly and repeated “no no no no.”

I started crying.

The female TSA agent did not answer me.

Panic set in. My hands began to shake. My body was sweating. My breath was short and my heart was racing.

They had taken my child and not told me.

Jackson was out of my eye sight.

I could not see my son.

Now sobbing, I repeated my questions to the female TSA agent.

She told me “Ma’am, we’re trying to be nice to you. We don’t know which one of you went off in the metal detector. Stay here so I can search you.”

“But my son… where is my son?” I asked over and over again.

The female TSA agent called a second female TSA agent over as she began to search me. Apparently the second female TSA agent could hear me protesting and asking for my son.

“Ma’am you need to calm down or I’m going to have to involve the authorities,” she told me.

Now I was pissed.

Horrified. Terrified. Enraged.

“You fucking get the authorities,” I told the female TSA agent while the other continued to wand me and forced me to unbutton my jeans because the button beeped when she went over my abdomen with her wand.

“You get the goddamn authorities right the fuck now and tell them to GIVE ME MY SON,” I said.

I began to black out. I knew I was having a full on panic attack. I feared passing out.

I was told to take my seat again, after being searched, but I was not allowed to collect my belongings.

My cell phone was within reach and I grabbed it without being seen by the TSA agents.

I called my husband. I do not remember what I told him on the phone in terms of Jackson and what took place.

I do recall asking him to calm me down because I could not breathe. As a father, he couldn’t. I imagine any father would do the same. Paul had questions, tons of questions. Questions that I was not capable of answering because I literally was losing my breath and on the verge of blacking out.

I hung up and called my mother.

“Jackson’s gone,” I remember telling her. I do not remember what she said in return, but she instantly could tell I was having a panic attack. She began breathing with me on the phone in an attempt to calm me down.

She told me, “Nic, you’re going to have to stop crying. You need to be strong for Jackson. He’s going to be that much more scared if he sees mommy so upset. In through your nose… out through your mouth…” I think she may have counted, or had me count, I don’t know.

Jackson was still gone.

My guess is that all of this took place within a period of 10 minutes or less.

It felt like hours… days even.

My son was gone.

Sobbing and seated, I watched both female TSA agents walk away from me and go back to monitoring luggage come through the conveyor belt.

Finally the male TSA agent who took Jackson brought him back.

Jackson was in my sight and immediately started yelling, “Mommy!”

I was hysterical.

Running to my son and grabbing him from the male TSA agent’s arms, I sobbed and yelled obscenities at every single TSA agent who stood guard at the end of the conveyor belts.

One of them asked me if I wanted to speak to a supervisor.

Through tears I told him (or her, I don’t remember) that I had a flight I was about to miss.

With Jackson in my arms, I gathered our belongings, through him in the stroller and ran to the elevator that took us down to the tram to take us to our concourse where our plane waited.

B-25.

Sobbing as we traveled down the elevator, then during the tram ride, and up the next elevator to our concourse, I began running to our gate. I approached two female Delta agents at the desk of gate B-25.

“How much time do I have before this flight leaves?” I asked, knowing I needed to get to a bathroom due to my panic attack.

Looking at me concerned, I was told I had 5 minutes.

I ran to the bathroom. I placed Jackson on the diaper changing station with his juice and then I hit the floor. I could not see. I had no peripheral vision.

Channeling my mother, thinking of my phone call with her, I began to calm down.

I had an emergency Xanax in my jeans pocket. I always carry an emergency Xanax in my pocket. The result of severe anxiety.

I took the pill, but it did very little. I was so traumatized that it would’ve taken probably 4 Xanax to get my blood pressure back down to a normal level.

Splashing my face with cold water, then grabbing Jackson, I ran back to gate B-25.

Both female Delta agents looked at me and asked how they could help. I told them that my ticket had me at an aisle seat and if I could switch to a window (Jackson LOVES the window).

They told me that if I didn’t mind sitting at the back of the plane, they could give me an entire row to myself.

I started crying again. I told them a shortened version of what had just taken place and how grateful I was for their kindness.

One of the female Delta agents walked me down the jetway, helping me with the stroller and getting it a gate-claim ticket.

I hugged her. I thanked her. I got on the plane.

I had my son and we were on the plane.

I called my mother again, telling her briefly that I was on and to please call Paul. I didn’t remember that I had spoken to Paul earlier, and thought he did not know any of what had taken place.

Mom said she would call Paul and tell him everything. She reminded me that I had my son and we were on our way home.

Both Jackson and I slept during the flight. I held him so close that when he woke up, his head was drenched in sweat.

Our nightmare ended once the plane landed in Baltimore. Jackson and I exited, walked out of the concourse and Jackson demanded to get out of the stroller.

He ran to his daddy.

We were home.

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I’m unsure how to end this post. I do not know what my story will lead to (if anything) but I needed to do more than file a complaint or write a letter. My hope is that this post of mine will be read by mothers and fathers, passed along to parents traveling with their children… most of all, my hope is that NO PARENT HAS THEIR CHILD TAKEN FROM THEM.

TSA TOOK MY SON IN ATLANTA HARTSFIELD-JACKSON AIRPORT.

THIS SHOULD NEVER HAPPEN TO ANY PARENT. EVER.

 

[Anti Federalist]

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[djdellisanti4]

In most circumstances, I find it hard to blame the TSA agents. They are simply being rational by doing their job. At the same time, stories like the one above make me quiver.

 

[amy31416]

Our job is to keep the government in check...

 

[tremendoustie]

In most circumstances, I find it hard to blame the TSA agents. They are simply being rational by doing their job. At the same time, stories like the one above make me quiver.

Rational? Is that a euphemism for "I'll do anything to anyone as long as I get a paycheck"? Because that doesn't make me sympathize at all.