Why do I hate flying?
One of course is the gate rape one gets from the TSA.
The TSA is a massive government jobs program designed to combat the *last* terrorist attack. Actually, that's not accurate. It isn't designed to combat *any* terrorist attack, All the TSA is is garden-variety, boring security theatre. A pointless and expensive show, it is.
As far as people getting on board a plane to commit a terrorist act, well, that simply won't happen again, regardless of the $100 billion security state apparatus we pay for every year.
When the passengers on that flight that crashed into the field in Pennsylvania heard what had happened in New York, they took matters into their own hands. Those passengers changed the paradigm, hopefully forever. People will no longer assume if they don't resist, they will likely remain unharmed and released after a while.
After 9/11, passengers will all assume death is imminent. People will now assume they will be flown into a building unless they take action themselves.
Listless government employees did nothing to stop the attacks on 9/11. Individuals did. The ability of terrorists to take over a plane -- at least without substantial and determined resistance -- largely ended on 9/11/2001.
Yet in response to its complete, total, and abject failure to prevent the attacks on 9/11, the government was given huge new powers and a huge new budget and a huge new agency -- all of which promptly failed to prevent the shoe bomber from getting on board yet another plane. Once again, passengers stopped the attack, without any help from their government.
So I absolutely reject the authority of my government to force me to assume the "surrender" posture at the gate, before they allow me to exercise my right to travel as I choose and where I choose. Security theatre is nothing more than an idiotic joke to me.
The other reason I hate to fly is... well, flying.
I remember watching the news back in the 80's or 90's when an airliner lost its wing and fell to the ground. Yes, I completely understand that flying, as modes of travel go, is one of the safest. Nevertheless, if I die in a crash, if it's in a car at least they might have enough of me left to bury.
While taking off and landing during some vacation flying in 2013, I found myself holding onto my little 7 year old's arm, thinking silently that if we did begin to have a crash, I wanted him to know I'm right there with him.
Yeah, I know it's irrational, but so be it.
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