From Isaac Schlueter: TSA Success Story
This is one of those terrific stories that starts with something I bet many of us struggle with:
I was worried that I’d chicken out. No, not “worried”. I was sure I’d chicken out. Of course I would. I talk a good game about incendiary politics and unconventional ideals, but when the chips are down, I generally do the expedient thing like a nice polite citizen. I’m not one of these “talk down the authorities” types, even though I wish I was.
And ends with:
After the first 4 “OPT-OUT” calls, they just passed us all through the regular metal detector. No one got groped.
Information, properly delivered, is power.
I’ve been prepping a post contrasting all the hoopla about Facebook privacy and prissy first-worlders bitching about giving up some personal information in exchange for use of a free service, something that might just scratch my emotional itch for a little perspective, when it hit me that I’m far, far more riled up about the TSA. What’s more, I feel pretty strongly that the TSA thing is far more justified to be riled up about.
So hats off to Isaac for keeping his cool and not reacting like I would, for being prepared and whatnot, and for those crazed about how teens are going to be using their shiny new @facebook.com email addresses on their resumes, grab your 5-year-old and head to the damned airport.