Last weekend at MSP, I was porno-scanned, wanded, gropped and swabbed for explosives.
The entire time the TSA agent was trying to provoke me into saying something which would get me arrested.
I’m glad I don’t have to fly.
We’re like a dog whose abusive master keeps poking with a stick to see how much it will take before it snaps.
Trouble is while he’s got the sharp stick in one hand, he’s got a pistol in the other, and Fido knows what will happen if he tries it.
Sooner or later you will drive a dog crazy treating it like that, and it won’t care a crap any more, nor will it choose to go on living under those conditions.
At that point it will tuck tail, whimper, give up, lie down and die....
..Or go for the bastard’s testicles in one last burst of primal ferocity, hoping to get one good chomp in before his brains get blown out.
Who knows? If he’s really quick, Master might drop his heater in surprise and pain and we have one free dog with a couple hundred pounds of fresh meat at his disposal.
Either way, sooner or later an abused animal... or a population... will quit caring a crap one way or another.
How close are we to that breaking point, Dawg?
I thought they were just groping people, not interrogating them.
What were they asking?
Kstewskis — ping to police state in post 9.