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TSA Bans Flight If You Refuse To Show ID
mytrip notes a CNet blog entry on the recent TSA rule change banning flight to anyone who refuses to produce ID. It's OK if you claim to have lost or forgotten your ID — you undergo a pat-down and hand search of your carry-on bag and you're on your way. The new rule goes into effect June 21. "The change of rules seems to be a pretty obvious case of security theater. Real terrorists do not refuse to show ID. They claim to have lost their ID, or they use a fake. TSA's new rules only protect us from a non-existent breed of terrorists who are unable to lie."
So we SHOULD allow people who refuse to show id to fly??
Christ, I love Greek! Women just don't seem to understand that a man can find just as much pleasure in the warm confines of a well- muscled ass as they can in the satin embrace of a well-wetted cunt. Maybe we men have conditioned them too well to ignoring one hole for the other: nonetheless, every man I've talked to about it loves Greek and every woman who I've talked to about it has been less than enthusiastic. So imagine my surprise last weekend when Kathleen treated me to the joys of anal sex in what must be the first time in five or six years.
The night started our strangely. Kathleen had just finished re- arranging her large library and was exhausted. As suits my biological clock, I was just coming awake at 10 PM when she was turning in. She invited me to bed and I politely declined: I was horny as usual and told her I'd keep her awake. After a couple of more requests from her, I stripped and crawled in beside her. Kathleen loves to snuggle and wasted no time in curling her small body up next to mine. I turned and kissed her. She was oddly responsive for her tired state, and teased me with a hint of tongue in her kisses. I reached down to feel her muff and found it just beginning to rev as her right hand slipped down her belly to her clit.
I took up what has become my customary position between her legs - kneeling and using my cock as a sex toy to tickle her lower labia and the entrance to her cunt. But this time I let my aim wander lower to the wonderful curve where ass, crotch, and leg meet. I rubbed my cock against this soft crescent and expanded the stroke to brush against the entrance to her ass. I noticed that every time that my prick touched her rosebud, her strokes on her clit quickened. It wasn't long before I was pressing the tip of my cock against her asshole.
Surprise! My cock slipped easily into her ass until the entire head was buried inside, and just as I was about to pull out and apoligize, she handed me a bottle of sex lubricant and said "What the fuck? Why not?". I pulled back and poured the lubricant on my hard cock and noticed her pussy was swollen and very wet. I worked my cock back into its previous nest. It was so easy. I could feel her ass muscles relaxing and opening for me. I eased ever so slowly deeper. Such heaven! Like a warm, wet hand gripping all around my prick - so much tighter than pussy, and delightful in an entirely different way. I could feel her hips grind against me as I worked the last of my seven-plus inches into her back door. Realizing where I was and how long it had been since I'd known this pleasure, I had to fight to pull the reigns in on my orgasm.
It seemed like forever - my slow rocking pulling my cock almost full-length out of her ass before easing it back in until my balls rested against her firm buns. Her right hand furiously massaged her clit and her left hand played at the entrance of her cunt, pressing on the full length of her labia. And all the while my cock was enveloped in a firm net of gripping muscles that wrestled to bring the cum from me. "It's so weird," she said as she searched for the grip on her own orgasm. Suddenly, it was upon her. I felt her ass open up like a mouth that was just to blow up a ballon. "Are you close?" she hissed. "No," I grunted. She was close, tho'. Too close to stop. I felt her stiffen and lurch under me. "Uuhhhh! Come on you bastard! Fill my ass!" she yelled as she dug her nails into my back. Amazing what a little dirty talk will do - from that special nowhere where good men hide their orgasms until their lovers are ready, my load bolted from my crotch to my brain and back to my flushed balls. I gripped the pillow with my teeth and jerked my neck back and forth and tried not to deafen Kathleen when my cum blasted out of my cock like water from a firehose. The rush of jism racing up my tube seemed to last for stroke after stroke until sweaty Kathleen gasped, grunted, and pushed me from on top of her. Since I have a little anal experience myself, I knew the sudden discomfort of having something i
This is why the US is fucked up.
How we know is more important than what we know.
Riiight. So basically you choose your conspiracy to fit what you want to believe.
Wack job.
How we know is more important than what we know.
If it was not stupid and scary, you would not be intimidated. You are being conditioned to respond submissively to idiotic and petty rules. The airport is a great place to start that. There are dozens of useless, stupid and humiliating things that people must do in order to catch their flight. Stepping into a strip search machine, routine patdowns, limits on shampoo and infant formula, easily forged IDs and blacklists that catch political opposition, the list goes on and on. What matters most is that you obey as if you might be taken to the only room in the airport and strangled if you don't get everything right or show some nerve. The end result is that you get used to standing in line and doing as you are told.
This kind of police state servility will be demanded everywhere when people get used to it.
DMCA, Hollings, Palladium. What might have sounded like paranoia is now common sense.
...but currently without reasonable articulable suspicion i don't have to answer.it's called "at liberty" or BEING FREE. you have no legitimate legal authority to demand anything from me absent such a suspicion of crime afoot in which you suspect me and can articulate exactly why, other than your "hunch" or instant allegation in a court of law. Right. You are free. You are free to drive, walk, take the bus, train, hitchhike or use whatever method of travel your free ass desires. But to get on a plane, you must show ID. You are FREE to make your choice. got that? see, as an american, i DO NOT have to prove my innocence to avoid more than a slight (Terry v. Ohio) detention and i DO NOT have to answer any questions, nor provide any specific ID or any at all, nor can i be punished for NOT answering/doing so. And TSA has no legal obligation to allow you onto the plane. See how these things work? So you still have a choice. You don't have to show people shit if you don't want to. There, see, your rights are in tact.
Here is where your logic fails. Using your logic, until you do something wrong, like shooting a gun, then TSA has no right to stop you from carrying a loaded gun onto the plane. You have committed no crime, and the right of the people to keep and bear arms is literally spelled out quite clearly in the Second Amendment. So are you implying that everyone should be allowed to carry on loaded guns?
Of course not. I'll assume you'll also say that it's OK for TSA to search your bags and person for bombs and/or other weapons. Is that not a violation of the Fourth? Why is it OK for TSA to pat you down and make you empty your pockets, but saying, "may I see your ID" is a violation!??!
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Ragheads, Canadians. Whats the difference?
And real American patriots dont mind being freedom listened.
IranAir Flight 655 never forget!
Because you are an illiterate wanker.