Saturday, August 23, 2008

Herding People

Maybe I'm slow. This has been going on for decades, but not long enough that I can't recall days when things were different.

It suddenly hit me as I watched a tv news show, observing Barry Hussein Obama walking across the pavement toward an aircraft, where he walks up a staircase to the doorway of the plane. We've all seen this repeated dozens, if not hundreds of times for as long as there've been passenger planes.

If you've been around for a while, you might remember walking across the pavement from the terminal (interesting choice of appellations) building to the movable boarding staircase leading up to the aircraft. Otherwise, well, the ritual can be seen in any of several older movies. Or whenever an upper-level politician arrives or leaves by plane.

They used to say that when any three Californians get together, they instinctively form a line. It's still true. At today's airports, anywhere within any of the various United States, one spends virtually his entire time in one line or another. Cars line up to enter parking lots. One has to line up to check one's luggage. To confirm one's ticket. To show your federally-approved id (papers, please?).

It's been a few years since I've visited an airport, and even more years since I've flown, so I might not have the drill quite right. Some of it's from hearsay from folks who've flown more recently than I.

One must line up to have his belongings searched and scanned, as well as his person. Randomly chosen items are confiscated, from knitting needles to bottles of shampoo, for no discernible reason. The federal thugs don't allow weapons, assuring that anyone sly enough to sneak a weapon on board can do anything he wants. If the passenger's not lucky, he might be pulled out of line to have a more complete search and/or questioning. Unless he's middle eastern in appearance, of course. We wouldn't want to accidentally offend any member of an islamic murder cult.

Penn Jillette tells of a TSA thug having played with his jewels during a search in the Las Vegas airport back in 2002. He carried his complaints through to a point in which he really had some of the federal TSA thugs worried. Now, we know for sure that Penn Jillette has a pair. Seems like we all should do that. Not only would we show that we haven't lost ours, but it'd probably put an end to this naziness once and for all.

Next, there's the line at the boarding gate. As one passes the gate, one finds himself inside of a dimly-lit cavern, seemingly being herded along toward the gates of hell. I always imagined an arched gateway with the sign "Abandon Hope, All Ye Who Enter Here."

1st class lines up first and boards. Strange, since 1st class is forward. When the rest of the poor schlubs line up, they enter and must pass through the forward cabin. Time and grace is lost by the 2nd class passengers having to make their way through the 1st class cabin, whose members are stowing their carry-ons and finding their seats, and generally acting like rules of politeness don't apply to them, as regards to the "little people." Meanwhile, those selfsame little people are scanning the faces of the 1st class elites for celebrities. Deliberately planned confusion.

This, to me, is herding. Placing cattle prods into the hands of the TSA thugs to keep the line of cattle moving, is the small next step.

Meanwhile, the American aristocracy still walks out 'pon the taxiway, in the crisp morning air to the stairway that leads up to an aircraft the luxury of which most of us can only imagine.

Now, I wouldn't gripe if these elite were industrialists, builders and creators--men of self-created wealth. They deserve all the luxury they can afford.

These counterfeit aristocrats are parasites, men and women who've accumulated their wealth and status by having fleeced the productive people of America. Often never having held an honest job in their lives. And, 'tis they who've set up the rules thusly, so that the victims of their system know their place.

American life should be rethought, placing status in degrees according to an individual's creative and productive ability, not his ability to victimize others.

People should not be afraid of their governments; governments should be afraid of their people.

Warm regards,

Col. Hogan
Stalag California


The Wine Commonsewer said...

I heard Penn Jillette tell the story live and I thought I was gonna die. I could not catch my breath. It was falling down funny. Except, of course, it isn't.

He had considered suing but in the end he was concerned about the repercussions for America in the event he did not prevail.

The Wine Commonsewer said...

Speaking of lines. At some indeterminate time in the past there was a mini-fad that spontaneously and abruptly came out of nowhere and seemed to feed on its own frenzy. It was a twist on the art of graffiti but it was only seen in public bathrooms that were tiled. Don't know if it ever spread out of So Cal, but it was quite the rage at the time and extremely clever.

The art form consisted of thinking up phrases containing the word line and then penciling the phrase on the grout lines in between the tiles in the bathroom.

I think it began at FCC with the phrase grout line and continued from there evolving into ever more obscure and clever phrases.

It is amazing how many different phrases there are, from coke line to over the line.

And now, TSA line, security line, airport line......

The Wine Commonsewer said...

I always imagined an arched gateway with the sign "Abandon Hope, All Ye Who Enter Here."

If I go to the Wine Blogger conference in Sonoma, I will not fly.

MK said...

Yeah, that's what it's like everywhere else too, lines, lines, lines. I just frequent places where there aren't too many lines and go at times when the lines are small.

steveintx said...

I remember, a long time ago, in a galaxy far away, a young truck driver took a plane to his Mom's in California for Xmas day. Not wanting to leave his trusty sidearm in the truck for any thief to gather up, he took it into Sky Harbour Airport and presented it to the Captain of the airship. The Captain in turn carried said sidearm to LAX and presented it to my big brother who happened to be a Railroad Security cop. I'm wondering if you remember that? How things have changed, eh?

Col. Hogan said...


I believe it was you who told me about Mr Jillette's violation. Folks, TWC is always on top of the latest news, even if he did review a white wine recently.

Everyone slips up once in a while.

I never really heard about that fad, though I do remember phrases written 'pon the grout of tiled walls in public bathrooms. A few times, I added in pencil "US Out of North America."

I won't say I'll never fly again, but I won't fly anytime I can make it seem viable to drive. Even at today's gas prices.

Col. Hogan said...


If you drive along any of the major boulevards in Hollywood or Westwood on a Saturday evening, you can tell the hot clubs by the long lines running along the sidewalks. I always avoid those clubs. Give me a neighborhood pub or a good steak house anytime. The beer is just as good there--maybe better. The company is always better.

Col. Hogan said...


I knew that badge would be good for something. Maybe I should've kept it a little longer. I'd forgotten that day, but you've brought it back to me.

The insane fear that's been taught to many Americans--especially Californians--by the children's prison system and the leftist media has made us all dependent 'pon a legal system that really doesn't care much about its task.

Nowadays, I work in fairly dangerous neighborhoods, often at night, and carry a weapon for just in case. I'm very nervous about--what? Not the odd gangster so much as getting caught with it by a cop. That's how upside down things are in the Stalag.

T. F. Stern said...

The latest mess had to do with a woman's underwire bra setting off all the alarms and they told her to remove it and try again or be searched.
The woman ended up missing her plane and was 4 hours late getting to her destination, all because she wore a bra with an underwire.

Col. Hogan said...


I heard about that. The sad thing is that these thugs laugh and pat each other on the back for this sort of thing.

Aurora said...

Nice rant, Col. The airport seems to be the place where the Brave New World policing and surveillance seems to kick into high gear. It's revealing and significant that they focus their greatest attentions on who is coming and who is going. Knowing where every citizen is at any given time is the very first priority.
I like your commentary about the undeserving, self-appointed political 'overclass'; the most least deserving of all the taxpayers' dollars that they claim for themselves in wages and bonuses.

Col. Hogan said...


I can't help but come to the conclusion that the Bush Administration, or even Bill Clinton or GHWB before him, made up this plan and were trying to decide how to implement it when the WTC was destroyed. That gave them the excuse they needed to set up a system to keep track of everyone's air travel arrangements.

They've mentioned a similar type of surveillance for passenger trains and the various states all have truck scale stations which could easily be converted to checkpoints for automobile travelers.

The bad news? If what I've written can't already be called bad, there are very few politicians in Congress that will say NO!

And the airhead masses say things like, "Well, ok, if it'll make us safer."