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Tuesday, December 24, 2002

Bushport ... Copping A Feel For The Glorious Bush Reich

From: Suzanne Shell
To: friends II
Subject: Re: Bushport (Fwd) [Fwd: What's a husband and father to do?]
Date sent: Tue, 24 Dec 2002 12:43:40 -0700

I can confirm the existence of this kind of conduct. When I was
traveling home from NYC this past year, I was targeted at every airport
for the complete search as described by this writer. In NYC, a clearly
former welfare queen security matron passed the electronic wand over my
body, and it beeped when it passed over my breasts. Why? I wear a bra that
hooks in the front. She felt compelled to grope my breasts in public to
search for contraband. It was degrading and humiliating and completely
unjustified in my opinion. However, I 've seen enough stories to know
better than to create any kind of scene unless I am willing to risk
arrest. I've come to the conclusion that I don't want to fly commercial
airlines any more. I'll drive, I 'll hire a private pilot, but I am not
interested in supporting this abuse of power and tyranny through my

Suzanne Shell wrote:

>Can anybody say "candidates for hemp neckties"?
>Coffee, Tea, or Should We Feel Your Pregnant Wife's Breasts Before
>You in a Cell at the Airport and Then Lying About Why We Put You
>December 21, 2002
>by Nicholas Monahan
>This morning I'll be escorting my wife to the hospital, where the
>will perform a caesarean section to remove our first child. She
>didn't want
>to do it this way � neither of us did � but sometimes the Fates decide
>otherwise. The Fates or, in our case, government employees. On the
>morning of October 26th Mary and I entered Portland International
>Airport, en route to the Las Vegas wedding of one of my best friends.
>Although we live in Los Angeles, we'd been in Oregon working on a film,
>and up to that point had had nothing but praise to shower on the city of
>Portland, a refreshing change of pace from our own suffocating
>metropolis. At the security checkpoint I was led aside for the
>"inspection" that's all the rage at airports these days. My shoes were
>removed. . . . Upon returning I found my wife sitting in a chair,
>crying. Mary rarely cries, and certainly not in public. When I asked her
>what was the matter, she tried to quell her tears and sobbed, "I'm
>'s...they touched my breasts...and..."

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