Cafe Owner Fights Back Against TSA Agents

KC McLawson works for a cafe near Seattle-Tacoma International Airport, and since the body-scan and patdown controversy last November, her boss has taken extraordinary measures to ensure the TSA knows of his displeasure.“We have posted signs on our doors basically saying that they aren’t allowed to come into our business,” she says. “We have the right to refuse service to anyone.”

Now some may disagree, but I think this is a great idea, for no matter what law is legislated by politicians, it will only work if it enforced, and if a law is wrong, as the unreasonable airports searches are, then those who enforce the laws are fairly due a degree of opprobrium. It is one way that the people can express their feelings in a society where it is becoming increasingly difficult to have a dissenting voice heard. Today I yelled “get a real job” as I drove past a sniveling little weasel busy changing the data pack in a red light camera. He leapt in shock, and as I looked in the rear view mirror I saw him jotting down my plate number. Same thing though. We have to publicly and en masse express our distaste for these agents of an increasingly oppressive and intrusive state.

KC explains-

My boss flies quite a bit and he has an amazing ability to remember faces. If he sees a TSA agent come in we turn our backs and completely ignore them, and tell them to leave. Their kind aren’t welcomed in our establishment. A large majority of our customers — over 90 percent — agree with our stance and stand by our decision. We even have the police on our side and they have helped us escort TSA agents out of our cafe. Until TSA agents start treating us with the respect and dignity that we deserve, then things will change for them in the private sector.

Its kind of the modern version of what Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn once said-

“And how we burned in the camps later, thinking: What would things have been like if every Security operative, when he went out at night to make an arrest, had been uncertain whether he would return alive and had to say good-bye to his family? Or if, during periods of mass arrests, as for example in Leningrad, when they arrested a quarter of the entire city, people had not simply sat there in their lairs, paling with terror at every bang of the downstairs door and at every step on the staircase, but had understood they had nothing left to lose and had boldly set up in the downstairs hall an ambush of half a dozen people with axes, hammers, pokers, or whatever else was at hand? After all, you knew ahead of time that those bluecaps were out at night for no good purpose. And you could be sure ahead of time that you’d be cracking the skull of a cutthroat. Or what about the Black Maria sitting out there on the street with one lonely chauffeur — what if it had been driven off or its tires spiked. The Organs would very quickly have suffered a shortage of officers and transport and, notwithstanding all of Stalin’s thirst, the cursed machine would have ground to a halt!”

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