I returned very early this morning from Switzerland, where over the weekend it was my privilege to attend Counterjihad Zurich 2010, the latest in a series of summits of European anti-Islamization activists. I’ve spent all day today trying to catch up with the hundreds of emails that came while I was gone, with only partial success. It will take me a couple of days to get back on track.
The Zurich meeting was a great success, and I’ll be writing more about it later on, after I compile my materials. Many thanks to the benefactors whose donations made my trip possible — you all know who you are.
But right now I’d like to digress for a moment about airport security.
I flew out of Dulles last Wednesday, and the security process there was pure living hell. First there was an endless line just to get to the checkpoint where the TSA guy looks at your passport and boarding pass. Then there was another line — this one snaking back and forth through what seemed like miles of elastic tape barriers — that eventually divided up into several streams to go through the X-ray machines and the metal detectors. Shoes off, coat off, laptop out, liquids into the little bag, go through the Mystical Arch of Examination — and if you’re lucky, they don’t select you for some of that Extra Scrutiny.
After that, if you have time, you can get sozzled in the bar at eight bucks a beer while you’re waiting to board.
Coming home yesterday I had to repeat the same procedure in Zurich, although it was less strenuous there. Unfortunately, however, I had to change planes in Philadelphia (a five-hour layover), and Philly is a point-of-entry. That meant I had to go through passport control (an endless line), and then reclaim my luggage. Next came customs (an endless line), and then I had to re-check my suitcase. And then — here’s the killer — I had to go through security again. A long line down a winding corridor to the checkpoint with the grumpy TSA guy, then the inevitable snake back and forth to the X-ray machines. Shoes off, etc., etc. Once more with feeling.
OK, you all know the drill; this was just business as usual.
But — and here’s the kicker — everywhere I went there were Muslims working the security. Muslimas in hijab checking boarding passes. Muslims at the X-ray machines. Muslims wanding people. And in Philly I saw a Muslim guy doing the security screening on an entire family of Muslim travelers — women and girls in hijab, Dad in his little beanie, kids straggling along.
And I’ve got to tell you: it bothered me.
We are less safe after all this folderol because we’re letting people who could well be our enemies screen people who could well be our enemies. Which, needless to say, is insane.
I’d be willing to put up with all this — even the Muslims wanding Muslims — if, everywhere those endless lines snake back and forth, signs were posted that read:
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NOTICE TO ALL PASSENGERS
Washington Dulles International Airport apologizes for any inconvenience caused by our rigorous security screening procedures.
We are anxious to emphasize that we instituted all these extra precautions because Muslim terrorists frequently try to blow up airplanes.
There is no other reason why we subject our customers to these indignities.
IF IT WEREN’T FOR MUSLIM TERRORISTS, NONE OF THIS HUMILIATING RIGMAROLE WOULD BE NECESSARY.
Now that would be truth in advertising.
The argument that liberals often put forth when confronted with the above goes something like this: “But what about Timothy McVeigh? And what about the Christians who shoot abortion doctors? They’re terrorists, too!”
Yes, they are. But I’ve got some news for the Moral Equivalence Crowd: Timothy McVeigh had no effect whatsoever on airport security. Not one airport revised its screening procedures because some wacko offed an abortion doctor.
Muslim terrorists, and nothing else, created the current airport nightmare. Especially Mohammed Atta and the Gang of Nineteen: they created the Department of Homeland Security and the TSA. They made us stand in endless lines and say “yessir” to all those grumpy uniformed guys at the screening desks.
We take off our shoes and strip to our skivvies because Muslims like to blow up airplanes.
There’s no other reason, and we need to remember that.