Before reading, I want everyone who may read these word to know that I love this county so very much. I speak reverently about those that have fought in the past and those that continue to fight for our freedoms. I feel compelled to stand where I can, so their sacrifices do not go in vain, and so our children can enjoy the same freedoms we have enjoyed. I know the Lord lives and He established this nation to be an example of freedom. I also know that when we stand for whats right the Lord protects and sustains us.
FlIGHT TO VEGAS
Yesterday morning I flew out of Sky Harbor Int. Airport (Phoenix) to McCareen Int. Airport (Las Vegas) and then flew back to Phoenix later that evening. I used to be able to print my boarding pass from home but since April 2014 I have had to go to the airport to print it. This alone informs me that I am going to have trouble. At the first check point in Phoenix the agent saw the SSSS on the barding pass, stopped the line and called for a supervising agent to come.
After a few minutes a level two agent confiscated my belongings, watched me while I took everything off but my pants, shirt and socks, and escorted me through the security check point and over to a disclosed location. They began to go through my belongings pulling them out of the bags and inspecting each item. Another agent began to frisk me, patting every part of my body both front and back. He also took his hands and stuck them down my waist line checking the entire waist line. Every time they do this I feel violated. I was primarily silent until the level three agent said he was going to confiscated my phone. It was not charged and would not turn on during their inspection. I told them that I would not let them confiscate it and expressed simple distaste for the fact that every-time I fly I have to go though this. I informed him that I have been put on some terrorist list for standing for what is right. The level three agent seemed surprised and looked at my barding pass reading my name, he pulled his head back and said OH.
He then told me that he was going to have to escort me out of security. On the way out I expressed to him that this is an example of what Americans get when they stand against something very wrong. He said that he agreed with the Bundy family but with all the bad people in this world, his job is to keep us safe. I insured him, that a bad person could easily get past their security, and the only people they are restricting are the good people.
Outside security I charged my phone and then got back in line. While in line one of the TSA agents went around whispering to each of the other agents discreetly looking at me each time. Right before I reached the first check point they changed agents from a women to a man. As I came up he called for a level two agent, we waited for approximately five minutes, the people behind me seemed bothered and concerned to why this guy in the cowboy hat was being singled out.
Finally an agent came and confiscated my belongings and the whole process was repeated over again, including the frisking, hands down my pants and all. When they were done The same third level agent began to interrogate me wanting to know personal information. I told him that I would not give him those answers and the they either had let me go through or kick me out again. I warned him that I would be back with news reporters if they kicked me out. He pressed a bit more but could tell that I was feed up.
He then left me and went across the ares and began to speak with a level four agent about my refusal. The level four agent picked up a phone and began to talk to (I assume) a level five agent. I put my clothes back on, grabbed my stuff and went over were the conversations were going on. The agent on the phone quickly walked away from the desk so I could not hear the conversation. After a short while the agent came back and insisted on getting the information they wanted. I told them that if they wanted my information then they should have keep it from the past three times I flew. The agent said that they did not have some "magic tricky box" that would retrieve it. I replied that they sure had a magic box that puts SSSS on my boarding pass every time I fly, requiring a grown man to stick his hands down my pants. The other agent asked if this was really worth it to me? I quickly replied, absolutely, when something is wrong and nobody does anything about it, wrong becomes normal.
I then gave them the ultimatum to let me go or kick me out. The level four agent warned me that their may be recourse against me if I don’t not give them the information they wanted. I insured them that I was not afraid of what they may do to me. I then walked away, and they did not stop me. I barley made it to the gate in time. I was shaking, however, I felt a inner strength that I have felt many times before for doing what was right. When the Southwest lady scanned my ticket to board, the scan light changed to red and a short alarm came on. She was surprised, but reset the computer and let me on.
My flight to Vegas was normal, In Las Vegas I meet with several Nevada State legislatures for multiple hours. On the way back at the first check station the TSA agent looked at my boarding pass, she said to the other two other agents by her; "Bingo, this is a big one”. They then called for a supervising agent. When the agent came, the exact same process started over just like before, confiscation, hands down the pants, writing all over my barding pass and punching holes in it and so on. The only thing different this time is when the supervising agent came back to give me my barding pass (this is the point they normally begin interrogating) she handed the pass to me and said; it is wrong what they are doing to you guys, you can go. - By the way, she is an older black lady, as sweet as can be, and my respect for her is about as high as it gets. I just love people that will stand for what is right even if it might mean loosing a job or taking a great risk.
After being at gate B11 for about ten minutes, three TSA agents pushing a cart came directly to gate B11. It was just like the last time I flew out of Vegas. That time they searched me again right at the gate and in front of everyone. This time I was determined not be searched again. With my phone on video, I walked over to them and informed them that I knew they are here for me. One of the agents said okay. I then told them that I would not let them search me again, and told them not to even ask. (see video) They again replied, okay. After sitting down, two more agents came to the gate and they patrolled the gate the entire time I was there. When we started to board the TSA agents stood next to the line on both side but did not approach me. When the gate attendant scanned my pass the same thing happened as before with the warning and the red light, all the other passengers beeped and had a green light. The rest of the flight was normal and I made it back to my wonderful Lisa and five children, including my nine day old son Elias.
January 28, 2015
P.S. I fly again tomorrow, keep an eye out for me.
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