Re the sad story, per GROK: “The line ‘My father lost me in a card game when I was twelve’ is from the TV show ‘Firefly’. It’s spoken by the character Saffron (also known as Yolanda or Bridget) in the episode ‘Our Mrs. Reynolds’ (Season 1, Episode 6).”
This is my post-TSA gate rape face.
Why? For about a decade, I opted out of the scanner, but a few years ago, I had such a shocking experience–the female agent literally stuck her finger into my lady parts–that I started to “obey.”
My last defiance is doing a double bird–FU fingers in the air–in the scanner.
This has resulted in interesting verbal exchanges.
TSA agent: “I saw what you did in there.”
Me, leaning in: “Good.”
Today? They claimed my nether regions–ensconced in leggings–“alerted”.
Total bullshit.
Probably retaliatory.
I’ll keep zapping the bird, but if I get another “random alert” resulting in another traumatic gate rape experience, I **will** sue.
Rights not asserted are lost.
I have the Constitutionally protected right to flip off Big Bro. And they don’t get to stick their dirty statist fingers up my cooch in retaliation. (As I’m writing this, I recognize that there is deep-rooted trauma this experience has exposed. I will try to write a more comprehensive essay later.)
Then you see stuff like this, and it makes you go, Hmm.
This post generated a lot of social media interest.
This is my post-TSA gate rape face.
— Carla Gericke, Live Free And Thrive! (@CarlaGericke) August 16, 2024
Why? For about a decade, I opted out of the scanner, but a few years ago, I had such a shocking experience–the female agent literally stuck her finger into my lady parts–that I started to "obey."
My last defiance is doing a double… pic.twitter.com/SO6CAKRauw
I decided to make some GROK art… let’s call it a new category: TSA MOLESTATION ART. I didn’t have time to tweak these to perfection, but you get the gist.
UPDATE 12/26/24: I have come to the conclusion I carry trauma from an experience in South Africa after returning from Brazil, traveling without a diplomatic passport for the first time in my life, and my dress was too short and my bobby socks too long, and that meant I was supposed to grin-and-bare-it while getting molested in a room with 3 “Paspoort Beheer” men.