The TSA Ritual
Take a flight in the U.S. You shuffle through a checkpoint, strip your shoes, spread your arms in a scanner, surrender your water bottle, let strangers paw through your bag.
Notice the choreography. It’s not just about finding weapons. It’s about teaching compliance. Stand here. Raise your arms. Wait for permission. Thank the officer.
The ritual isn’t about safety. It’s about obedience. Surveillance as liturgy.
Fuck the state
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No shoes have to be removed now, but the humiliation remains nonetheless.
The overreach of security, lack of privacy, and cameras everywhere gives me the heebee jeebees.
As well it should, the panopticon.
