Well, lets face it no matter how the TSA may try to cover all the bases, its just too tough a job. Whenever you make a set of rules for people, you will invariably also create gaps, loopholes, and room for personal interpretation, and will seem to penalize some folks, while perhaps being permissive to others. History is filled with rule makers and rule breakers. Just ask Moses and Bill Clinton.
Once again its also not unlike raising kids. If I tell my little trio, You must be in bed by 9 pm, I may get exactly what I ask for 3 kids in bed. However, all 3 may be WIDE awake until midnight (after all, as they will quickly note, I never said asleep). Similarly, theres no guarantee that the rascals will have brushed their teeth, put on their pajamas, or even be remotely clean, for that matter. But they will be in bed at 9 pm, by golly, and as such will have technically complied with my demands. Now of course, if I took the time to spell out EVERY little thing I need them to do prior to them hopping in that bed, well, it might be 10 pm before I finish the directions, which would, at conclusion, find them as sad little puddles of snoozing protoplasm at my feet. Teeth unbrushed, pajamas unworn, dirty little doggies. So instead, I just holler out, Be in bed by 9 pm and hope they will INFER what is required of them. You do what you can with what ya got, I guess. Same for TSA they spell it out as best they can. So you wear a prosthetic gel-filled bra due to mastectomy understood and a-ok. And this person wears stuffed bra just for jollies? Well, todays her lucky day, she gets the free pass, too. But try to move gel technology 50 inches south to soothe your feet and youre in the doghouse. I can see it now
people stuffing their shirts and bras with their footpads just to get them in the gate. Tsk tsk.
Which is precisely why Id like to propose a NEW system. I say take down those lists, TSA. Lets keep it fresh and new, and turn air travel into a game of sheer luck with totally random bans and confiscations.
For example: Day One, you get to the airport, and they announce to you - no gels. No gel handsoaps, lotions, or medicines will be allowed. Did you put gel in your hair today? Too bad wash it out or take a bus, sister. Not only will gel insoles be forbidden, but anyone professing even an inkling of approval towards the Dr. Scholls ads by making annoying -ellan rhymes will be instantly thrown off the plane, NO exceptions. And your name is Nigel? Well, no soup (or seat) for you, gel-boy.
Day 2: Gel is back on, but now, its Anti-Gum Day. Thats right, no gum, none, nada, zippo, no gum or anything containing gum, resembling gum or wishing to become gum in a future life. Wonder no more about the squishy-liquid-filled gum versus the non-squishy-liquid filled gum- it doesnt matter now, because BOTH are so very OFF the play list. Gummy bears, gumdrops, Forest Gump, Grandmas dentures, and the little flexible little green dude - all will be left at the gate. (Pokey, however, can go, so long as he agrees to never utter Gumbys name while in flight. If he speaks the name even once, however, we shove him clay hooves and all into the Portalet and flush em. Mercy is for wimps.)
Day 3: No one will be allowed on board with anything that starts with the letter P nor anything that Al Gore claims to have invented. Enough said.
So
.now be honest
Cant you just FEEL the magic of it all? Every day a new surprise
And the possibilities are ENDLESS!
By doing it this way, no one ever knows what is or isnt allowed, including those who would mean to do us harm. We keep the terrorists guessing and on their toes
gellin or not. Sure, it might mean a hassle for all of us
then again, it could be fun, sort of an airport deal or no deal wherein you have to guess what to put IN the suitcase rather than what youre going to get to take OUT. And you would never know what to expect, so you wouldnt need to go to forums to ask for clarification there would be no rules, other than the Imperial Rule of whatever the airport decision du jour might be. Instead of having heated debates about what is /isnt allowed and how to interpret what each other had written, or intended to write, or any nested innuendo, we could instead be having jolly good discussions about how Uncle Hobart had to leave his toupee at OHare because it was No Small Furry Animals or Things That Resemble Them day. Think of the joy we are missing, people.
Sheer randomness is the real key to it all
.because why would we want a terrorist to KNOW whats allowed? Its like giving away the answers to the pop quiz. Or like telling my kids to be in bed by 9 pm
. Now I hardly think Im raising terrorists (though our cat strongly disagrees), but just as I already noted in this post, if my kids can find a way to use the instructions given and work around the system to their eventual advantage, so can the neer-do-wells. Randomness thats the key to our safety. That, and a dungeon to dump the repeat offenders. We need a really depressing dungeon complete with lots of rats, some mental torture, and really bad food. Or we could just send the guilty to political fund-raiser banquets. Its the same thing.
But wait theres more - heres an added benefit to the grand plan we could sell the massive amounts of stuff the airports collect from the would-be travelers on eBay. We could then use the money for good instead of evil, such as much-needed advancements in modern transportation, like, for example, a seat that fits someone 6 foot 2, not 2 foot six. Think of the senseless knee injuries we could prevent. And we could also spend a bit of the moolah on aircraft maintenance and repair. The govt can tap dance nekked to prevent terrorists from taking over the plane, but with all the cut-backs and financial woes of the airline industry over the past several years, safe wont mean much to this gopher if you cant keep me airborne at 30 thou and bring me back down happily in one piece.
Well, these are just some thoughts from the Gopher
but what do I know, Im not even in the book. Ill be crawling down off my soap box
er, dirt hill
now and back in the hole for my din-din. Youre welcome to join me, but please note, its No Things That Are Made of Polyvinylchloride Day at our home, so youll have to leave those rainboots just outside the burrow.
Ciao!